Evelyn Rose (roseoftralee) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-08-25 14:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | dave maguire, evelyn rose, week 2 |
{ w h o } Evelyn and Dave
{ w h a t } Evelyn looks for some conversation/gossip.
{ w h e n } Thursday, early afternoon
{ w h e r e } Sideshow
{ r a t i n g } G
{ status } Complete
They'd come to see her eat, of course.
It was the highlight of seeing the fat lady, wasn't it? Not just seeing the strain of her tight dresses stretched over her body or the way she perched with careful balance on a comically tiny chair, but watching her eat. Most of the fat ladies she'd heard of showed off the most impressive portions they could manage, doing the double-duty of putting on a show while increasing their valuable weight.
Evelyn had a different approach. The same approach as the tiny chair.
What Evelyn would do was lift a gigantic silver platter...to show a single china plate of something small, something dainty. Petit fours or bonbons or the tiniest cupcakes you can imagine. Something pastel and adorable and sugary sweet. And she would take the tiniest, most delicate bites, lips pursed in between, eyelashes fluttering.
It got the crowd going just as well, and seemed a little classier to her. More unique. But it always seemed to overshadow her singing, the songs she'd worked so hard to include, and there didn't seem to be much way around that.
Evelyn sighed and gave herself a bit of breeze with a silk folding fan as she made her way outside of the sideshow. Time for a break, and maybe the afternoon crowd would be more receptive. She looked around to see who was going by, what was going on.