voice testing, canon is the stage version of Hairspray

[gottathinkbigtobebig]

Wow, I'm really flattered by all of this even though I'm not sure what "roleplaying" or "ridiculous muses from every other show I do" even means -- that's a complement, right? Whatever it is, I'm gonna do my best!

...I'll still be able to dance, right?

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Hi, hope this is ok! & this is prob the worst guy to comment w/ but I was logged in already lmfao

[gonnabite]

You dance, eh?

But of course!

[gottathinkbigtobebig]

Oh yes, all day. Sometimes in my sleep, too, until I trip over the laundry.

YES AWESOME also ilu immediatly just for playing Tracy

[gonnabite]

In your sleep? Well, damn, sweetheart. I thought I liked to dance.

ty! I just hope I'm doing her justice

[gottathinkbigtobebig]

You too? What kind?

[Dad "dances" too, and that's... not quite as hip as Corny.]

you seem great to me so far! but my only experience with hairspray for now is the movie version.

[gonnabite]

[Aw, come on Tracy. Technically, your movie mom is his brother in another movie. He could technically be your uncle. Maybe he dances just as cool as you do. Technically. He shrugs.]

There's kinds? I just dance.

[gottathinkbigtobebig]

Well sure, there's lots! It depends on the tune, and how you move your hips, and how hip you are, too. Don't you watch TV?

[gonnabite]

Sure I do. What, want me to prove it?

[gottathinkbigtobebig]

Yeah, let's see what you've got!

if you've seen reservoir dogs i'm so sorry for this entire thing

[gonnabite]

[Vic tosses her a small smile and a light laugh.] Why the hell not. [He moves to a radio that was inexplicably around. He starts fiddling with the knobs.]

Ever listen to K. Billy's Super Sounds of the Seventies, kid?

[When he gets the station he wants, a song familiar to him is just starting to play. His small smile gets bigger, and he turns to her and starts move pretty much like this. Except with a lot less blood and torture involved.

So uh.

Yeah.]

By the way. I'm Vic.

[gottathinkbigtobebig]

No way, that's so modern!

[She's taken that as some sort of declaration from the artist that his music is just that progressive, apparently.

Soon, she's dancing along with him, imitating the moves somewhat but with significantly more enthusiastic arm movements.]

I'm Tracy Turnblad! I guess you can groove after all.

[gonnabite]

Hey Tracy.

[His grin stays.]

Modern, huh? The seventies were twenty years ago for me.