Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-10-31 19:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, arielle chiaro, celia rodriguez garcía |
Who: Ari & Celia
What: Opening night
Where: The Sphere
When: Tonight!
Rating: Tame
Status: Complete!
Ari could fully admit that she looked ridiculous in the overly-padded and ruffled undergarments, the garish gown, the massive blonde wig, not to mention the hideous, pink-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. It was, to her way of thinking, a perfect outfit to greet the Eve of Holy Saints. In fact, the ridiculous nature of the costume only served to buoy her spirits -- in comparison to the living nightmare that had been the run of Romulus and Juliana, La Cenerentola had thus far served her mood exactly by being lighthearted, fun, and lacking the need for any emotional investment. Perfect costume, perfect show, and really, wouldn’t it be a crime to complain about it, even if she was missing the holiday revelry this year? Thus thinking, Ari made her way through the backstage chaos to check for her fan on the prop table, sipping at a cup of coffee from a straw --mustn’t smudge the neon pink lipstick -- and trying as best as she could not to trip anyone up with her voluminous skirt. Celia, on the other hand, had been dismayed by her costume. Rather than complaining - see? she’d thought at the time, I’m perfectly capable of learning - she’d smiled and only had a minor tantrum when she’d gotten home. A mouse. Really. The indignity a chorister must suffer. She had gotten a few compliments from crew as she nervously waited backstage about how the costume suited her, but she ignored them. Mice weren’t cute. Didn’t matter how many people tried to tell her she looked adorable as one. Not a single person could make this better. She looked up and saw Ari, who had an amazing costume. Except the glasses, which were kind of tacky, but who was she talk when she had a tail? Putting her misery - she didn’t have nerves, no way, she was a professional, after all - she ran over to Ari, beaming. “Break a leg!” Unfortunately for her, Ari couldn’t help an amused smile upon seeing her (she did, at least, hold back the laugh). Tiny as the chorister was -- even shorter than Ari herself, which did endear the girl to her just a little -- the costume suited her to a marvel. “Break a leg,” she responded easily, then added, “You look fabulous.” Because, of course, there had to be some needling. Ari might enjoy her ridiculous costume now, but at fifteen, she would have been mortally offended to be put into a mouse suit. Celia stiffened, but kept her smile in place. “Thanks.” She wanted to ask if Ari had ever had to wear anything as lame as the mouse costume, but held back. She was still trying to win over her mentor-to-be, and asking a bunch of stupid questions definitely wouldn’t help her case. So, instead, she went with “You look even more fabulous.” Which was entirely true. Except for the glasses, and really, did the costume designer have to choose that color? Honestly, some people had no concept of taste. At this, Ari did laugh. “I look utterly pompous and ridiculous,” she corrected. “I love it. There’s a sort of freedom in not having to be the beloved heroine, really. I find I much prefer this getup to Cenerentola’s ball gown.” She only had to think about the ball gown in question to understand why Ari’s costume was preferable. Even the mouse was preferable to that monstrosity. And her costume was nice and light, and it was easy to move in…. Maybe it wasn’t that bad. “That ball gown looked heavy,” Celia said, shaking her head. “They so often are,” Ari said with a roll of her eyes. Not that her own dress, with all of its flounces, was light, but one learned to live with it. And wicked stepsisters did not need tiny, cinched waists, so her corset wasn’t nearly as tight as it might otherwise have been, either. Victories all around. “Well, enjoy yourself,” she said. Not that she was in the business of giving advice, but… “There’s really no point to all this madness if you don’t.” A pause as she toasted with her cup. “Thanks for the coffee.” She was quite certain of who had delivered it to the dressing room she shared with the woman playing Tisbe. Celia’s smile grew. Obviously Ari thought she could do this, so she had to prove it. “I will!” she said. “And you’re welcome.” Not wanting to take up anymore of Ari’s time, she excused herself and took off towards the other choristers who were starting to gather. |