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Post by raven on Feb 16, 2012 16:48:44 GMT -5
Rae stood facing the back of the stage, the tulle of her white tutu tickled the back of her knees. She pressed the toe of her point shoe into the ground and lowered her hands down to her sides. She was sick of dying. She'd died three times already today. She lifted her head and arched her back toward the ceiling, her chest heaving against the tight bodice.
"And...music!" The strains of the violin played and she rose up to her toes. And...she would die again. Her arms began to flap.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 16, 2012 22:01:50 GMT -5
((HE'S THERE. THE SPOT OF THE OPERAAAAAAAAAAA))
It was at that moment that Aiden Conlon, sitting next to the producer in the audience, raised his eyebrow.
"Enough already. I need a drink." he exclaimed loudly, to anyone who was listening.
Which they all better be.
"Mr. Conlon, rehearsals take hours..." one of the board members began, trying to keep from rolling his eyes. "Your grandfather would always stay for the final dress rehearsal."
"well I'm not him. It looks great. Break a leg," he said coldly, standing up.
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Post by raven on Feb 16, 2012 22:27:32 GMT -5
Rae, being the star of the show nearly always, lowered herself off pointe and turned to face the audience. She raised her hand over her eyes, she was glaring.
"Excuse me!" She called out angrily, stepping to the edge of the stage. "You appeared midway through the first run of this disrupting everything which made me have to do it again and now you're leaving midway through! SIT DOWN," she bellowed.
The core ballerinas and the rest of the staff gasped at her audaciousness. She rolled her eyes.
"I will bouree my beautiful ass across this stage one more time and die one more time in its entirety because it is my job! As the owner of this theatre it is your duty to respect your employees. When I am through then you can have your drink!"
Everyone was silent.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 16, 2012 23:30:49 GMT -5
Aiden raised his eyebrow at her. Nobody talks to him like that. Ever. He put on his coat and looked at the director.
"Find another lead. Promote one of 'em," He ordered at the director and lit a cigarette. "She'll give my grandfather's theater a bad name."
"But...sir!" the director said, standing up.
"Do it or I'll shut down the theater." he lit a cigarette and began to head out.
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Post by raven on Feb 16, 2012 23:36:01 GMT -5
Raven glared fiercely at him. His grandfather had been a good man, kind and decent. He had loved the theatre and championed all of the girls in the ballet, he helped her career.
Rae huffed angrily an in one fell swoop removed her white tutu and dropped it to the floor, standing there in nothing but her pink tights and shoes. "your property, sir." she said angrily and stalked off the stage.
She retreated quickly to her dressing room where she began to dress. Once fully clothed she headed for the back door of the theatre, practically colliding with aiden on her way out.
"after you," she feigned courtesy.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 17, 2012 1:11:54 GMT -5
"Watch your mouth, woman," Aiden replied, going through the door and holding it for her. "Maybe then you'll keep your job next time."
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Post by raven on Feb 17, 2012 7:00:21 GMT -5
"I've never been known to watch my mouth, ever." she quipped and marched through the door. She reached into her bag and removed her pointe shoes. She casually tossed them into the garbage.
"in case you don't know this isn't the only ballet company in town."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 17, 2012 9:14:22 GMT -5
Aiden shrugged. He could care less. "Then why are you throwing away your shoes?"
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Post by raven on Feb 17, 2012 9:57:36 GMT -5
Raven smirked at him, "They're no good anymore. I use one pair a rehearsal. I'm not going to keep all of them. Those went about halfway through the second time Edward made me repeat the Dying Swan," She said with a shrug.
They were now standing out on the street. It was snowing as it usually did in the middle of the winter. She flicked a curl away from her brow. "Goodnight Mr. Conlon." She turned on her heel to walk away from him, sticking her chilled hands into her pockets.
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 17, 2012 13:24:32 GMT -5
Aiden turned the other way and walked home. There was a giant ass stack of paperwork for the theater waiting for him. Why his grandfather didn't own a strip club, Aiden would never know.
Later at opening night, Aiden was smoking at his private box, trying not to listen to his date's awful chatter.
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Post by raven on Feb 17, 2012 14:47:53 GMT -5
Raven was sitting in the box beside his, fanning herself casually. Her chair was directly at the edge of the box and her arm rested on the ledge. She was not prepared for this monstrosity at all. Her curls were pinned up softly at the back of her head and onxy beads glittered in her hair, the curve of her shoulder appear from the edge of the maroon silk gown she wore. She turned her head to look down into the audience.
Rae turned her head sharply and laughed at something her dear friend Erin said, "Oh stop it. We'll give her a chance. It might be lovely."
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 17, 2012 18:38:49 GMT -5
Erin rolled her eyes. "I still do not understand why we are even here. Although David was not as disappointed as he should have been that he had to give up his seat..." Raven had originally gotten Erin and her husband, David, tickets to her ballet.
Aiden sipped at his rum and lit a cigar. He glanced at the audience. It wasn't sold out, this theater was such a piece of shit.
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Post by raven on Feb 17, 2012 21:48:34 GMT -5
"I just want to see how she does is all. You know this is my part, my shining glory." she said with a smirk. "evidently so do the patrons, they are not interested in some nobody." she grinned with a sense of sick satisfaction.
((I love Erin and David meep!))
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Post by Spot Conlon on Feb 17, 2012 22:11:38 GMT -5
"Who is this son of a bitch?!" Erin mumbled bitterly. "this was your big break!" she was so angry for her she didn't understand who this guy was to just fire Raven.
The ballet began and it was awful. Aiden watched the audience begin to file out.
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Post by raven on Feb 17, 2012 23:15:49 GMT -5
Rae laughed again, "just the owner, Aiden Conlon." Rae peered over the edge to watch the audience filing out. "he won't have much of a theatre at this rate." she made a tsking sound with her tongue. "I dont know if I can bear to watch this any longer." she winced as the ballerina stumbled onto pointe and was barely saved by her partner.
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