Who: Ilinca & Victor What: Debuting the new act When: October 18th, operating hours Where: V&V Warnings: Depends on what goes down
As a general rule, Ilinca didn't get nervous before performing. She'd been alive for too long for things like nerves to affect her anymore. But she'd be lying if she said there wasn't anticipation sparking along her skin. Her costume was dazzling and fit her perfectly, her hair was rolled into loose waves, and her ghoulish makeup was appropriately spooky. She looked good, and she knew it.
The opening bars of piano sounded over the speakers, and Ilinca took her spot behind the curtains. She had about 30 seconds before they'd fly open and reveal her, facing away from the audience. She deliberately didn't look at them until the first chorus started, revealing her chalk-white face and bloody lips. Fog rolled around her ankles, lending more of a melancholy, ghostly air to the whole performance.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...
Joan Crawford has risen from the grave...
Ilinca had debated using a wire hanger as some sort of prop, a nod to the famous Mommy Dearest, but had decided against it in the end. No props, no gimmicks, just her on stage, luring the audience in with her dance. Just the way she wanted.