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Post by Jules on Mar 5, 2008 23:52:26 GMT -5
"What do you mean 'you don't do zat'? It's a perfectly legitimate question!"
Marie did not like looking like a fool. But apparently the Opera Di Incubi didn't hire out performers for personal parties. She didn't see what the problem was, if she offered enough money, surely someone with a decent talent would be interested? And she was being selfless! This was for a dear friend, not for herself! Why weren't things going her wayyyyyyyyyyy?
The director tried again. "Look, Madame, we just don't do it. Maybe try looking to street performers." It was that little smirk that did him in.
Marie clenched her little fists and her face flushed under the white powder she almost always wore.
"MAUDITE! CHALICE ET SACRE-BLEU! Arrete de me regardez comme sa tu petite chien! Je suis pas une idiot!"
The director looked completely abashed. Mostly because he didn't understand a single word spewing from the girl's mouth.
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 6, 2008 0:11:56 GMT -5
Did his ears deceive him, or did he hear... French?
His nationalistic pride swelled within him and he bounded out from backstage, completely forgetting that he had been hiding in there to avoid going to rehearsal.
He beamed when he approached the viciously swearing woman. "Mademoiselle! You speak French?" In French he added, "In more ways than one. I haven't heard anyone swear like that since the concertmistress tried to get back together with her ex."
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Post by Jules on Mar 6, 2008 0:28:30 GMT -5
The french, fluent and actual French did alot to soothe her. Marie's eyes swiveled to the handsome opera singer she knew well enough and she smiled.
Replying to him in french as well. "Well of course I do." She had been the Queen of France, after all. "Oh." She even had the grace to blush a little. Swearing was not lady like. "I just...I'm trying to organize a party for a close friend. She's had a recent tragedy and I just thought having someone sing at the party, or perform would be a good thing."
And this point she shot a nasty glance at the director.
"But APPARENTLY no one wants me to cheer up the Princess."
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 6, 2008 0:44:17 GMT -5
"Oh," Julien replied. "Wait, princess?"
As far as he knew, there was only one princess in the Isles. Of course, Pia was always touchy about pregnacies and such, but... nah, probably Genn. Which meant, he had to do something!
"I'll sing!" Julien offered, in French. "I'll sing even without pay. Am just that nice. When and where, Mademoiselle?"
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Post by Jules on Mar 6, 2008 1:03:58 GMT -5
Marie's smiled broadened. There had been no need for the director to be so obstinate. Her mood swiveled, as if always did when things started to go the way she wanted them too.
"It's Saturday of next week." She informed him. "I'll send you an invitation though, and thank you Mr. De Sang! This'll mean so much to Genn. If you need anything, or want to know anything, you can just mail me. I'm Marie Atoinette." She offered her hand (to be shaken since she'd learned that kissing the hand of a lady had long since gone out of style. It still rankled).
"Try and sing something not too cheery. But not too sad either."
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 6, 2008 1:21:23 GMT -5
Julien bowed properly and kissed her hand. "A pleasure, Mademoiselle Antoinette."
Julien wasn't the best at history but the name seemed familiar. Granted, his nationalism basically ended at, "FRANCE FOREVER", but the name seemed familiat and he could wing it with the best of them. Marie Antoinette- queen? He thought? He'd grown up under the Napoleonic empire and didn't know much else about the political situation before or after.
Except that it was superior in every way, shape, and form, to everything else.
Oh, yeah, and revolutions were awesome.
Ah ha! She'd been guillotined in the French Revolution! His republican sensibilities did furious battle with his ingrained courtesy. Well, he was godfather to a prince. How much worse could he do?
"Alright. Saturday. Not too... cheery and not too sad? Euh?"
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Post by Jules on Mar 6, 2008 1:35:47 GMT -5
Well what a find! This was certainly going to cheer Genn right up. And he was a real gentleman. Marie was thoroughly pleased and had all but forgotten about the snarky director (who had slunk away while he'd had the chance).
"Yes. Maybe a ballad. A ballad would be perfect." She smiled more to herself then anyone, plans running through her mind.
"It's at the Gaia." She was currently unaware that her location had been recently set on fire.
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Post by Marguerite on Mar 6, 2008 1:41:51 GMT -5
Julien blinked. A ballad?
"Mademoiselle, you... know ballads are... sad?" Most of them, in any case. He could think of a couple that didn't end up with the characters dying in horrifically gruesome ways, but not many.
Riiiiiiiight. This was why he didn't like monarchies. People much stupider than him made the decisions, and Julien knew that he sometimes had a room temperature IQ.
"And, wait- Gaia? In Dreamland? With sunlight. You... do know I'm a vampire."
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Post by Jules on Mar 6, 2008 2:03:28 GMT -5
"I'm sorry." She didn't know music. She just didn't want whatever was sung to be innappropiate. "Whatever you think will be good, then."
Things had been going well, until that last comment. "It'll be at night, even their overbearing sun sets. It's a soiree, Sir, and of course easier for Genn to come after dark too."
Even Marie wasn't that naive to expect vampires to trot around during daylight.
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