She kept telling herself that he and his pretty blue eyes probably wouldn't make it to their Albuquerque concert, but that didn't stop her from telling security to put him on the backstage list, debating what to wear for a solid three hours, and blessing the audience with an even more brilliant smile than usual.

I have a meme over here open to anyone who has roleplayed with Sascha or any of my other characters. Feel free to answer as many or as few of the questions as appeals to you. And if you haven't RP'd with me but would like too, let me know!

Ohmighod. Okay.

No, not okay.

Can someone please explain to me why one song on live national television freaks me out worse than a night's gig in a full-packed club? One song. One. And it's a song I could do in my sleep.

Okay. Ignore the cameras. Ignore the fact that Breaker Street and I will be playing to a Times Square crowd on Good Morning frickin' America and getting beamed into the nation's homes. It's just one song to a larger-than-average audience. In Times Square. This Friday. ON TV.

Ohmighod.

Okay, breathe, Sascha. Remember to breathe. And again. Good.

Fuck, I've been trained for this. Juilliard trained, I can work through this. I refuse to succumb to goddamn stage fright, for God's sake. No, this doesn't even rank as stage fright. It's ... jitters. Just pre-performance jitters.

Besides, all those cameras? Will be trained on Rory, so they don't even count. And Junie and Nil, some. The rest of us will be lucky to get three seconds on screen, so why stress? Right? Right.

Ohmighod. I think I need a paper bag.

No, scratch that, I need to confab with Junie on what we're going to wear.


Sascha Brockmann
Original Character
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The rules are: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

From my dear dimpled friend Peter, I got:

Skilled fingers: Why thank you ever so, honey. Yes, it's true, fingers that know how to tickle the ivories can tickle allllllll sorts of other things too.

Music: Oh em gee, what to say about something that's been my passion since I was like four? I actually got curious about piano specifically when Jared was taking lessons and I wanted to do what big bro was doing. And then I got all frustrated when I tried it on my own because, y'know, little hands. I couldn't make my fingers do what I saw his doing because they just wouldn't reach. So Jared actually took the time to show me some simpler beginner pieces, and I worked my way up.

Waif: Okay, first off, I swear to you that I am NOT anorexic or bulemic or any other such godawful thing. I eat, you've seen me. I think I get my metabolism from my gramma on my dad's side, tiny little asian woman that she is. There have been times that I've wanted a softer, curvier shape more like my mom's, but hey, this is me. I like me.

Cuddles: Mmmmmm, cuddles. We are a tactile species, we human beings, and we need physical contact with each other. Cuddles and sex the best kinds of contact, imnsho. Cuddles with sex are even better. And cuddles and sex with you, mon cuddlebuddy, are always EX-cellent.

Laughter: Something else we Homo sapiens need, and babe, I always laugh so hard and have so much fun with you. But maybe we can leave out the part where the root beer goes up the nose, just sayin'.