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Post by Saraneth on Mar 26, 2006 13:21:36 GMT -5
Saraneth walked into the theater, hoping to catch a good show. She didn't know exactly what the play was called, but she'd overheard people talking about how well played out it was.
"One of the players best I think." someone had said.
Saraneth shrugged, well, she'd just have to find out herself. She continued inside with the long line of nobility and commoners alike.
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Post by Jazz on Mar 28, 2006 13:33:58 GMT -5
Katrina DeMenzes was having a panic attack.
Her fellowcast members ignored her. Katrina was always having a panic attack. Especially on opening night. It was a way of night. The cast gets ready, Kat has a panic attack. Simple. In fact, if Kat didn't panic, smething would be very wrong.
So, as the cast got into costume, and applied make-up, and went over the script, Kat - in full panic mode - was in a corner, gently banging her head against the wall. She occasionally muttered things such as "absolute failure", "blank out", and "kill me now", but the main activity was simple head-banging.
She was already dressed for first scene is her ballgown, black curls elegantly tied back. Someone called for costume check, and Kat reluctantly left her head-banging to check her wardrobe.
The kimono was missing. Katrina screamed, loud and clear.
The kimono was the most important costume. It was THE costume, part of the climax scene. And there was no replacement. She buried her head in her hands, groaning. Five minutes until curtain call. Bloody hell.
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Post by Saraneth on Mar 28, 2006 16:07:47 GMT -5
Saraneth walked into the room, her emerald eyes sparkling with excitement. She let her eyes grow accustomed to the light before walking down the aisle. She wanted a front row seat, many of the nobles took those though. The commoners were expected to sit up on the balcony. She sighed.
All of the sudden a womans scream cut through the air, shattering the stillness like glass. Saraneth whipped around. What was going on? Something must be wrong. Whipping around she ran towards backstage, where the scream had come from. She took the steps two at a time like Claw had taught her.
"Hello? Is something wrong?" she called out anxiously.
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Post by Jazz on Mar 29, 2006 11:56:28 GMT -5
A backstage crewmember was soon dispatched to tell the audience that everything was fine, while Katrina began the search in a flurry of flying costumes. She stopped, however, when a young woman adressed her.
"Hello? Is something wrong?"
She whipped around, running her hand over her hair frustratedly. "Yes! It's gone, an I - hey!" her eyes narrowed as she planted her hands on her hips. "You're not supposed to be here! Dressing room is off-limits to audience!" she protested. But she immediately went back to seaqrching her wardrobe.
She stopped again when a pair of socks rolled up bounced off the woman and landed by her feet. SHe spun around again, scowling. "You're still here!" she said, annoyance clear on her face. It's hard to panic when you're in a tight white ballgown.
"Where is the logic in that?"
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Post by Saraneth on Mar 29, 2006 13:28:48 GMT -5
Saraneth watched as the woman in the white ballgown flew into a flurry of motion. Saraneth ducked a couple of times as clothes and other items flew at her as the woman riffled through an open trunk. A pair of socks flew out and bounced off of her and fell to her feet.
"Yes! It's gone, an I - hey! You're not supposed to be here! Dressing room is off-limits to audience!"
"Sorry, it's just I heard you scream and I though something was wrong." she said apologetically. "And what's missing?" she inquired.
Obviously some sort of costome, by the way she's going through that trunk. she told herself.
"You're still here!"
"Yeah, I am. Lirael always said my curiosity got the worse of me when I was younger. I guess its still there. Do you need help?" she asked. "I can help you if you want." she offered.
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Post by Jazz on Apr 24, 2006 9:18:17 GMT -5
"Something is wrong and it doesn't concern you," she snapped in a very un-Kat like voice. As the last costume was forcibly removed from the trunk Katrina scolwed and slammed the lid down. The resounding bang caused a few woman to jerk and smudge their face paint; Kat was immune to their frowns. Sitting on it and resting her chin on her hand she peered up through her curls, thoroughly depressed.
"I can help you if you want."
"How?" she asked with all the misery possible. "I'm ruined! I'm done for! I'll be booted off and I'll die of starvation on a corner somewhere without ever having lived, or found my true love, or perfomed for faraway kings or anything!" It a less sophisticated and elegant woman, she would have been whining. She was, however, starting to hyperventilate as her voice took on a the-world's-going-to-end demeanor.
"And my life will be ruined forever!" she concluded. It a less poised and composed woman, it would have been called a wail. Katrina, however, carried her drama out with elegance. It was unfathomable how exactly she did it, but Kat lost face with style.
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Post by Saraneth on Apr 24, 2006 10:22:13 GMT -5
Saraneth stared at the girl.
"How?"
"Well, for starters, what did the Kimono look like? Meaning what color was it? Did you do any dress rehersals where you put the Kimono somewhere in a hurry?" she questioned. "Ask yourself questions like that. And if all else fails, just use a little...magic." she said thoughtfully.
Who is this girl? She sure is dramatic...she must be a great player. she thought.
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Post by Jazz on Apr 24, 2006 13:54:20 GMT -5
Katrina shot the newcomer a scathing look. She quite obviously knew nothing.
"A kimono? For a dress rehearsal? Do you have any idea how complicated that kimono is? I've only ever worn in for the pre-show," she continued, "Which is a complete run-through. Look, I have five minutes then I need to be on stage. It's black. Silver obi. And it was right here." She stressed the last two words pointedly. She doubted the woman could do anything. For her the only available option was to run down to the dressmaker on the corner and they were bloody expensive...
"Curtain call, two minutes!"
"Not even five minutes!" she screeched in panic. "Two! Oh, what'll I do, what'll I do..." she moaned, starting to place everything back inside the trunk. It was very systematic. Kat reallly could not see how such an important thing could simply go missing..
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Post by Saraneth on Apr 26, 2006 14:09:07 GMT -5
"Not even five minutes!" she screeched in panic.
Saraneth clapped her hands over her ears as Kat emitted a loud screech.
"Do you have magic? You could magic one here. Or I could try. I have some magic." she offered.
Poor girl, having this done to her right before she goes on. Who would do such a thing? she pondered.
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Post by Jazz on Jun 4, 2006 10:37:19 GMT -5
"Do you have magic? You could magic one here. Or I could try. I have some magic."
Katrina looked at the woman in disbelief. "No, I have no magic. Are you telling me that you can just magic one out of thin air?" she asked scathingly. She didn't mean to be so harsh, though. "Look, I'm sorry," she said tiredly, "But I don't have time for this. I have to go now. I'll just send someone to the Dressmaker's round the corner... pay for it after the show..." she trailed off.
Players weren't rich. The only money they had came from whatever they could get, and it was rare that they could perform in a theater. Usually they did street performances, where you didn't have to pay. Spoils weren't very good. Granted, Katrina did love what she did, but at times like these...
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Post by wowposter on Nov 15, 2008 2:13:29 GMT -5
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