Zatanna Zatara (giftofthemagi) wrote in year_one, @ 2009-09-29 22:26:00 |
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Who: Zatanna Zatara, NPC!Arnie the manager
What: The Mistress of Magic performs her nightly duty at the Orpheum.
When: 09/29/09 -- evening
Where: San Francisco, CA
Rating: G
"Thank you, thank you!" Zatanna cried, waving and bowing with a giant (only slightly phony) smile on her face. There were cheers and applause coming from the crowd-- not to mention the occasional goodie tossed on stage. (She didn't care much for the flowers but the stuffed rabbit with a top hat was rather cute.) "You've been a fabulous audience! Thank you!"
With a final wave and air kiss, Zatanna pranced off the stage. Once the curtain was safely blocking the audience's view, her expression dropped and she grabbed her towel. "Whew," she panted, trying to ignore her manager as the man approached. All she wanted just then was a cup of tea and a long bubble bath. "That was a crowd of talkers."
"Great show, Zee," Arnie said with a big grin, patting her shoulder. "Really great."
Zatanna smiled a little. It had been a good show. "Thanks," she replied sincerely. "I still feel like the tank illusion is taking too long. The show always seems to lose momentum around then."
Arnie grinned. "You work to hard, Zee." His eyes followed her into the dressing room but he leaned against the frame, crossing his arms. "That's why you're my favorite client."
"Only client," she corrected without looking up from reading the card on a bouquet of flowers she'd received.
The next moment, she could practically feel the energy in the room grow more serious. "Although, I do want to talk about--"
"Rood esolc won," Zatanna said with a wave of her hand, smiling as her dressing room door clicked shut. There was a muffled cry of objection but she ignored it. She'd worked hard that night-- they could talk shop tomorrow.
Glancing in the mirror, Zee made a face. "Krow sehtolc ffo," she commanded. Instantly, her fishnets and bowtie were replaced with jeans and a comfortable shirt. "Puc fo aet raeppa ni dnah." The rich scent of black tea surrounded her as hand curled around the handle.
Zatanna plopped down in her chair and kicked her legs up. She took a sip of her tea, then let out a content sigh. "Liamnaf daer flesruoy," she decided, closing her eyes. So it wasn't a bubble bath. But at least she could unwind some. (And listening to how much people liked her show never hurt, either.)