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Post by Cozy on Aug 27, 2008 9:51:41 GMT -5
Mikhail straightened his coat gingerly as he rose from his seat. Oh, he would have to go see Samantha, after a performance like that. Her grace always seemed to leave him awestruck (not to mention more than a little ...hungry.)
He made his way through the throngs of opera-goers carefully, greeting those he knew every so often, though not for long. Soon enough, he had found his way backstage. A smile crossing his lips, he took a glance around the familiar area. Maybe he'd catch her before she reached her dressing room.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 28, 2008 0:09:03 GMT -5
Slowed by the congratulations of the crew and cast, reaching her dressing room proved to an arduous task. Her face, painted over with thick stage make-up, lit up upon seeing Mikhail.
She blew him an air kiss and then rudely brushed off the chorus girl gushing over her solo, flitting over on her toes. She kissed him lightly on the cheek and wrinkled ner nose, reaching up to rub the slight smear of lipstick off his skin.
"Oh Mikhail, you came, I'm so glad. Did you like it?"
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Post by Cozy on Aug 28, 2008 1:18:03 GMT -5
"Darling, I like everything you do!" He laughed happily, setting a hand in the small of her back. Gently, offering a smile as he went, he began to lead her through the crowd. (He was careful to wipe the last bit of lipstick from his cheek as he did. One never wanted to be seen in any sort of disarray.)
"How on earth you manage to move like that, I must say, I'll never know." He added, a hint of a grin crossing his lips.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 28, 2008 19:22:03 GMT -5
She glanced sideways at him and smirked. "Oh, I do. Years of discipline and ballet school, my dearest Mikhail. And a lot of sweat in between. But really," she flashed him one of her beauty grins, "You're too kind."
"Did you enjoy the ballads?" she asked. She was of the opinion that the ballet was the singularly most important part of any show, but the Opera di Incubi was known for quality on all sides of the board. "Our lead singers are quite talented."
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Post by Maestro on Aug 28, 2008 22:24:08 GMT -5
((Do you guys mind if Bela comes in at this point? It could be a good place, since talk of lead singers is afoot.))
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Post by Cozy on Aug 28, 2008 22:27:30 GMT -5
((Sounds fine to me )) "Oh, the ballads were lovely, darling." Replied Mikhail with a light chuckle, "As always. Of course, the ballet is always my favorite." He added, nearly purring, "Especially today, of course. Really, sometimes I wonder why they bother putting anyone else in the lead, with you around."
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Post by Maestro on Aug 28, 2008 22:39:27 GMT -5
Bela had gone to see the show, wondering what it would be like without Iseabail. The ballet had been excellent, as usual, but the rest had seriously been lacking. And she knew Samantha slightly from visiting Iseabail backstage.
"A lot of people wonder that, but the vocals were not nearly as good, today," Bela interjected, having overheard their conversation. "Good to see you, Miss Cross," she added, being polite for once.
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Post by Cozy on Aug 29, 2008 11:12:15 GMT -5
Mikhail glanced up at hearing the familiar voice, "Ah, Bela, dear! How have you been, hm?" He asked pleasedly, patting her cheek lightly in greeting.
Never one to miss gossip, however, he couldn't help adding, "I was wondering whether you'd be attending tonight. I've heard that your aunt hasn't been seen onstage for quite some time. But you've come without her?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 29, 2008 20:10:08 GMT -5
She turned at the sound of the new voice, slightly accented. It took her a moment of sorting through her catalogue of "casual acquaintences" before she remembered this was Arabela de Zorro; she and her sister often attended to watch Iseabail MacDonald.
"Yes," she said slowly, "The singing is not nearly so good with both Iseabail and Armand gone. I heard she was ill." Her tone clearly implied this was not what the local gossip said about the situation.
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Post by Maestro on Aug 29, 2008 22:10:59 GMT -5
At Mikhail's voice, Bela started slightly. "Mikhail!" she exclaimed, grasping his hand lightly. "I thought I heard you, but I wasn't sure! It's been quite some time, hasn't it?" And then it registered that he had asked her a question. "I've been well enough, myself." Her expression turned dark as she thought about Iseabail, though.
"She hasn't exactly been ill," she said, her voice touched with anger. "She's been...recovering from an ... unfortunate incident," she muttered. If they asked, she would volunteer more information, but for now, she wasn't going to say anything else on the subject. "I finally managed to get her to go out of her rooms, but that took some convincing."
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Post by Cozy on Aug 29, 2008 23:45:35 GMT -5
Mikhail glanced curiously between the two young women, "Oh my. Whatever happened to them? Both out at once? That sounds like quite a loss for the company."
Then, looking to Samantha, "Perhaps we should get you to your dressing room, mm? That looked like an awfully tiring performance, and you know how I hate to keep a lady waiting." He said, with the tiniest hint of a grin. It would be easier to get the details of whatever had happened if they were in private, he suspected.
...It would also be easier to see Samantha in less clothing.
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 30, 2008 0:04:31 GMT -5
Samantha brushed Mikhail off with a few flicks of her fingers. She just had to get the real dish on the situation. Gossip simply could not wait.
"Oh no!" she pretended to be horrified. And she wasn't entirely acting; she had liked Iseabail well enough. She'd never been snobbish like certain divas of the opera house. But she was more curious than anything. "What happened to her?"
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Post by Maestro on Aug 30, 2008 0:57:17 GMT -5
"Let's just say she was possessed by the Night Terror that used to live inside a certain former baritone," she said, attempting not to fume. "And then she spent at least a month trying to get herself sorted." Bela sighed, still quite worried about Iseabail. "And did Armand wonder where she was? Of course not! Honestly, there are very few reasons that Iseabail would stop performing; you'd think that at least one of them might cause people to worry."
My, was Bela upset about this whole situation? Of course not! "I still don't know if he's gone to see her yet, the bastard," she muttered darly.
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Post by Cozy on Aug 30, 2008 1:14:22 GMT -5
Blinking at her sudden disclosure, Mikhail glanced curiously at Bela, "Oh, my. How awful for her!" He agreed sympathetically, "Why on earth not?"
The little he had heard of Armand hadn't been bad; this was rather unexpected, "Has no one told him what's happened to her?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Aug 30, 2008 1:35:57 GMT -5
Samantha's eyes widened and a hand flew to her mouth. 'Bastard' was rarely a word used in the same sentence describing Armand Ira. This was positively delicious.
"Oh dear, poor Iseabail," she said softly, and for once, she could truly relate. Everyone knew of the romantics of Iseabail and Armand, and she knew what it meant to lose the one guy you truly cared for, no matter how big of a jerk he'd been.
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