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Post by Bianca Colomburti on Mar 9, 2009 18:36:01 GMT -5
Bianca had quietly made her way to the foyer, hoping no one saw her. She hadn't been prepared for a pop autition. If she had, she'd have called in sick. She hated singing on front of people. People said she sounded decent, but it always made her extremely nervous. Sure, she danced all she liked in front of people, but as soon as she was alone and had to open her mouth and sing?
No way.
Who was it this time...? she thought. Probably a pompous girl who couldn't handle the hours. But that was the beauty of theatre here. Like the director of the theatre in Italy said "We can always find replace you."
Pulling a strand of her wavy, dark hair through her fingers, she looked around the extrevegant foyer, admiring the architecture used to build it. She could only imagne how long it took...
'Didn't it get destroyed before?' she wondered. Sure didn't look like it. However, she'd heard some of the women whispering about it. When she tried to ask, though, they snapped that it wasn't her buisness and left abruptly. She couldn't quite understand why a lot of people, mainly the girls her age, were so rude to her here. She was friendly, smiled, but they glared at her almost and looked away. She'd heard one woman say she was "pompous", but she rarely spoke. Another said she was a "seductress". It was like they thought she didn't have ears. The thought brought tears to her eyes, tears she usually hid in her pillow. She rarely cried, but since arriving here a month ago? She'd cried more than she ever had in her life. She missed Italy, Rome, her friends, Pierro...
Pierro... she thought, burying her face in her hands as she sniffed. Thinking about him always got to her... |
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Post by Angelline Devorez on Mar 10, 2009 17:38:12 GMT -5
"And if I add this here...no, it might be better here."
A young woman walked aimlessly around the Opera House, her head stuck in the clouds, or rather in her notes. She continued to mumble incoherent phrases that only made sense to her as she swerved past yet another stage hand running to finish up the last of the sets so he could get to lunch faster.
Angelline knew she should be helping out her friends as they scrambled on and off stage helping to tie up ropes, set up props, and help finish the last of the sets but she didn't have time. With a mischievous muse that loved to torment her, every opportunity she had to write her thoughts out was a godsend.
Dark brown, almost black eyes danced in glee as she penned out another idea for her new manuscript. With any luck the other writers and new manager would like her idea. She was content with her role as stage hand, out of any sort of lime-light, but there were times when she wanted her works to be known. However she knew that if any of her stories were published or played he would find her.
With a frown plastered onto her face she wandered out of the crowded auditorium towards the foyer. It’s grandeur was lost to her eyes, the only thing to truly cross her mind was the fact that it was relatively quiet. Blowing a stray strand of her hair out of her eyes she rolled up the right sleeve of her shirt while avoiding a ballet rat gossiping about who knew what.
Sadly Angelline failed to notice the other ballet rat in her path. Cursing silently in her head she twisted her body, remembering the spins of her favorite gypsy dance, to avoid hitting the younger woman. As she fell to the floor, papers and pen scattering over the marble floor of the foyer she mentally congratulated herself. It had been years since she twisted her body in any way related to her origins without hurting herself or another. Sure she may get a bruise later on but with her large clothes no one would notice it.
Without those thoughts to bother her anymore she turned to face the woman she had managed to avoid with a grin on her face. “Sorry lass, hope I didn’t frighten you with that display there.”
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Post by Bianca Colomburti on Mar 12, 2009 20:46:36 GMT -5
Bianca's large silvery grey eyes blinked dumly at her for a second. She was a little slow. For some reason, she hadn't slept well the night before. It had been affecting her ability to get what was going on all day.
Quickly wiping her tears, she knelt to assist the girl in regathering her spilled belongings, managing a small, weak smile.
"Forgive me, I should have been paying more attention" she apologized. The stranger looked around her age, and had long dark hair. She was pretty, but she always noticed that about people. She was always the observent type. Odd as it may have sounded, she often studied people, watching them carefully to get an assestment of who they may be by the way they carried themselves, dressed, looked. You couldn't judge a book by it's cover, but it sure could help out. It was how she got to know the snobs in her home town. It was what Pierro taught her to do...
No more tears, please... she thought, emberassed as more tears threatened to invade her. She cleared her throat and avoided the girls eyes, silently helping. |
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Post by Angelline Devorez on Mar 13, 2009 23:22:38 GMT -5
As she stood Angelline heard the apology of the woman and snorted in a rather un-lady like fashion. "Don't worry we are both at fault here. If my wayward muse hadn't chosen to pick today of all days to annoy me I would've seen you sooner."
Gathering her scattered papers she remembered the weak smile the girl had given her and the hasty movement as the woman wiped away her tears. Whatever was bothering the girl must have been important. It wasn't everyday you saw someone stopping in the middle of the foyer to shed tears. Then again with all the drama that went on in the Opera House Angelline shouldn't be that amazed.
Just as she bent to pick up her pen she heard the other woman clearing her throat. Using her fallen hair as a screen she surreptitiously glanced at her new acquaintance. Her unique silvery gray eyes had the un-natural sheen of un-shed tears that was quickly hidden as she turned away.
While Angelline may hate prying into business that wasn't hers she could not stand by and let someone shed tears in her presence without at least trying to get the other person to smile. Thankful for the small 'magic' tricks taught in the caravan she pocketed her pen and papers before swiftly moving in front of the helping girl.
"It's my personal philosophy that life is too short to not at least learn something new every day," she said. Reaching forward till her right hand was behind the woman's ear she twisted her wrist to seemingly pull a small lily from behind her ear. Thankfully Damien had visited earlier otherwise she never would've had that flower. Hopefully the girl would like it.
Smiling she handed it to her. "I'd have given you a sweet but I think for new meetings a flower suits the occasion more."
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