Post by Jazz on Jan 29, 2007 12:53:25 GMT -5
It was a Sunday. Kat Demenzes liked Sundays. Sunday was for relaxing. On Saturday, you did major practicing, you socialized, you had fun. On Sunday, you could just lie back, relax, prepare yourself for the week ahead. So far, it had been a good Sunday, but all in all a tad dreary. Never a dull moment in show business, it was said, and it wasn't a boring day. It was just too normal, too uneventful for Kat's taste. Everything felt so very subdued, and what with everything going on, Katrina would've thought it impossible.
She scurried into the Entrance Hall, script held tight in one hand, the other holding on to her hat. The weather wasn't particularly nasty, just cold and rainy. It had been for the last few days, but there was only a light drizzle now and she's escaped with only slightly damp hair. There was, however, one of those evil little breezes. The kind that is deicietful, and against all appearances, very strong. Running after her hat had been the most exciting thing she'd done the whole day.
Katrina was in a good mood. She smiled, tugging on her skirt. She'd just run up from the central city, and being outside always left her in good spirits. She loved fresh air. She'd just finished reading through the script, and had large chunks of it memorized. And now Katrina DeMenzes was faced with a whole new dilemma: that of having nothing to do. She'd carefully, methodically checked the new script, done everything she'd needed to, and it was only early afternoon. Sigh.
She sat herself down on the first step of the stair case, placing her hat beside her. She tucked wayward black curls behind her ears, making her face completely visible. She had sharp features and a mouth that was quick to smile, as it was doing now. She went through her copy, in case she's forgotten anything, like plotholes, inconsistencies and contradictions. It wasn't her job, but nobody else did it.
She wasn't stopping the flow of traffic, not many people being in the theatre in the early afternoon. There wa sno production on today. She finished scanning through the first few pages when, as Kat was apt to do, she began to daydream. It was easier to lose concentration here. The dressing rooms were noisy, the city was filled with busy people, and she was sitting here anyway. Twirling a strand on hair in her fingers, her thoughts wandered from the play to to the new costumes to the next time she'd go out of the city. She didn't linger over a particular subject, her attention skitting from thought to thought.
When Kat daydreamt, she really was well and truly out of it. She didn't pay any heed to her environment, and occasions such as these often had Katrina getting a shock, being jolted back to reality, and required many explanations as to why she chose to daydream on the Entrance Hall stairs. She knew it as well as anybody, but that didn't stop her.
She scurried into the Entrance Hall, script held tight in one hand, the other holding on to her hat. The weather wasn't particularly nasty, just cold and rainy. It had been for the last few days, but there was only a light drizzle now and she's escaped with only slightly damp hair. There was, however, one of those evil little breezes. The kind that is deicietful, and against all appearances, very strong. Running after her hat had been the most exciting thing she'd done the whole day.
Katrina was in a good mood. She smiled, tugging on her skirt. She'd just run up from the central city, and being outside always left her in good spirits. She loved fresh air. She'd just finished reading through the script, and had large chunks of it memorized. And now Katrina DeMenzes was faced with a whole new dilemma: that of having nothing to do. She'd carefully, methodically checked the new script, done everything she'd needed to, and it was only early afternoon. Sigh.
She sat herself down on the first step of the stair case, placing her hat beside her. She tucked wayward black curls behind her ears, making her face completely visible. She had sharp features and a mouth that was quick to smile, as it was doing now. She went through her copy, in case she's forgotten anything, like plotholes, inconsistencies and contradictions. It wasn't her job, but nobody else did it.
She wasn't stopping the flow of traffic, not many people being in the theatre in the early afternoon. There wa sno production on today. She finished scanning through the first few pages when, as Kat was apt to do, she began to daydream. It was easier to lose concentration here. The dressing rooms were noisy, the city was filled with busy people, and she was sitting here anyway. Twirling a strand on hair in her fingers, her thoughts wandered from the play to to the new costumes to the next time she'd go out of the city. She didn't linger over a particular subject, her attention skitting from thought to thought.
When Kat daydreamt, she really was well and truly out of it. She didn't pay any heed to her environment, and occasions such as these often had Katrina getting a shock, being jolted back to reality, and required many explanations as to why she chose to daydream on the Entrance Hall stairs. She knew it as well as anybody, but that didn't stop her.
