The Boards -- Thursday Evening [Snow White -- Opening Night]

[apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com]

Genesis smirked slightly as he glanced around at the controlled chaos that was preparation for the opening night of Snow White. It was too bad that Angeal could not have come--he'd have had commentary on the story at the least, if not how it was being done…

He shook his head, woolgathering had no place in this situation, and lifted his voice enough that it'd travel through the backstage.

"I believe," he said, his voice more than a little dry, "that the saying is 'break a leg' tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Thirty minutes until you'd best be in your places."

And by 'best' he meant 'had better be or you will be sorry', but Genesis assumed that was quite understood. And if anyone did break a leg… well… he'd laugh before providing a potion.

Either way, disaster or not, the opening night of Snow White would be entertaining.

[Wait for the OCD is up! \o/]

Comments

Box Office

[apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com]

Where Genesis may deign to grace you with his presence, but other NPC people are there to help you if he's not.

Backstage

[apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com]

For all of that preparation and getting ready to go out on stage and everything!

Re: Backstage

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Considering how nervous he was for the dress rehearsal, Alexander seemed to be quite calm as he got things ready to go back stage for the performance. Tonight was the opening night, after all, and he did...particularly well during the moment of things. It sort of went with growing up knowing that one screw up meant, you know, death and everything...

Re: Backstage

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

"I'm here, I'm here!" Ariel, tinsel in her hair, rushed backstage a bit later than was probably desired, but, according to her previous track record, the fact that she'd showed up at all without forgetting about the performance was an improvement.

Besides, she wasn't even on until later, right, so it was all okay!

Re: Backstage

[boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com]

Kūkaku and the twins (no...the other ones) were in heavy work mode preparing the pyrotechnics for the show, and since heavy work mode meant making sure no one's faces or, God forbid, limbs got blown to smithereens, they were probably best left undisturbed, unless it was really important.

Re: Backstage

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

Elphaba wasn't nervous. No, really. She wasn't at all worried she'd mess up and everyone would laugh at her.

Which is exactly why she was the absolute image of steely calm. She best dealt with her nerves by pretending they didn't exist.

Re: Backstage

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

Captain Jack Sparrow was not nervous! Captain Jack Sparrow made others nervous!

Normally by getting to close to them with his lackadaisical approach to personal hygiene but that was neither here nor there.

He was dressed in costume--his pants now at slightly less "hello, there" levels of tightness--and smelled slightly of rum.

Which, well, pirate.

Re: Backstage

[glacial_queen]

It was almost showtime, and so Karla was darting around backstage, looking for Sophie to help her with her makeup. It was practically a tradition now.

She'd already got her costume on--and she'd never in a million years admit it, but she was kind of in love with her gown--and her hair done, and so now she just need to find Sophie to finish making her look like a vapid, aging, evil Queen.

This was pretty much exactly what Karla needed right now. Maybe Genesis had been right to move the production to this week.

Re: Backstage

[notmyownage]

This would be Claudia, running around like a madwoman. And glaring at anyone who came too near any of her cables.

Well, before she disappeared to the booth, anyway.

Really, she was practically vibrating in anticipation.

Re: Backstage

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa was excited, and nervous, and inclined to bounce a little at people. There might be hugs. There were totally going to be hugs.

Re: Backstage

[wwiii]

Warren? Nervous?

... Well, he was leaving kind of moist spots on his script from his sweaty hands as he paced back and forth. Wasn't it a good thing that he was out of book?

Why in the world had he auditioned for this? ... Besides the fact that Genesis was terrifying, of course?

Re: Backstage

[magdaofslovenia.livejournal.com]

Sophie was at the make-up table, brushes and paint in hand, for everyone whose hands were shaking too much to do a good job on their own.

Re: Backstage

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

Christian, at least, seemed enthusiastic. He strode about the backstage as if he owned it, ready to go onstage as soon as he heard his cue.

Re: Backstage

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Robin was there and ready to go.

Re: Backstage

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall wasn't nervous, not really. He didn't have much to do for the actual performance.

So he hung around in case other people were nervous and needed him to... fetch things or whatever. He was good at fetching things.

Re: Backstage

[isntabitpretty.livejournal.com]

Sara was in a fine mood, not looking nervous in the slightest (though truth be told, she was somewhat; she just refused to let it show) and with an excited flush in her cheeks as she hurried about backstage. Her dwarf costume might have seemed a bit absurd on her figure, but already it seemed less like a costume and more like an outfit she simply inhabited.

There was a haughty, almost imperious air about her, well befitting her character, and even her movements were impatient and demanding.

In The Seats

[apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com]

Hello there, audience!

Re: In The Seats

[momslilassassin]

Ben hadn't missed a performance of Karla's yet and wasn't planning to start now. So there he was, in what had become his usual seat, waiting for the play to start.

Re: In The Seats

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah had gotten through her own rehearsal before catching a portal from New Gotham for the performance, so was still wired and a little bouncy out in the audience.

It was great to be back, but a little wistful-making that she wasn't up on *this* stage.

Re: In The Seats

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

Angua wasn't sure if she actually wanted to go to the performance today, but it was something Cultural, and she'd feel bad passing up a chance to do something Cultural when she knew she could go, so there she was, sitting in a seat and hoping Carrot appreciated his influence on her even all the way over here.

Re: In The Seats

[heromaniac]

Momoko was here, mildly upset that she'd missed so many chances to see Mr Rhapsodos. But tonight she was totally here for her friends, ready to see how all their hard work finally paid off.

That didn't mean she couldn't look for Director Rhapsodos while she waited, though, right?

Performance

[apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com]

Snow White
Part I (http://red-rhapsodos.livejournal.com/1739.html) / Part II (http://red-rhapsodos.livejournal.com/1837.html)

Re: Performance

[glacial_queen]

This play was nothing, nothing like Lord Shakespeare's plays put on by Geoffrey. On the other hand, Karla had never gotten to leap down off the stage and be chased around the audience during one of Geoffrey's plays, either. Or pretend to impale herself on someone's sword.

Or have a long and drawn-out death scene complete with moans and groans of utter agony. She convulsed three times, then staggered to the right, gripping the side of the stage like it was the only thing keeping her upright. Then she pushed herself away and reeled to the left a few paces before falling to the floor--she'd watched Jack walking around backstage for several rehearsals to get the stagger down perfectly. On the ground, she began to drag herself along for a few moments before flipping over on her back and convulsing again, flopping around, before finally falling still.

She paused long enough for Christian to get out a few words and then convulsed again. A few more words and then--
"I'm not done yet!" she yelled, lurching up to her feet. Even more convulsing--it was hard not losing her balance!--and then she staggered in a circle, collapsed back to the floor, and then shook violently. Her feet raised up in the air--thank the Darkness for pantaloons or the audience would have gotten more of a show than they'd bargained for--and then fell back down to the stage again. She lay still for another few moments, just long enough for people to wonder if she was finished before dragging herself into a sitting position.

"I see a light!" she said, her voice filled with wonder as she looked up and above the audience. "I'm following it! Wait! I see someone. It must be Saint Peter! Saint Peter! Over here!" She kept waving her hand, beckoning someone over. "It's me! The queen!" Then her expression grew puzzled. "Hey, Saint Peter, why are you wearing horns? And why is is to hot in here?"

And then a look of dawning realization and horror. "Oh noooooooooooo!" she shrieked, before falling over sideways and laying still, eyes wide open.

Karla still wasn't entirely sure what all was going on in that scene, especially that bit about Saint Peter. But staggering, wailing, and convulsing? She had that part down.

Notes

[apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com]

Should you want a critique of your performance.

Re: Notes

[glacial_queen]

No longer breathless from her dying exertions, though still grinning, Karla found Genesis, notebook and pen in hand. "My notes, sir?" she asked, trying to look serious even in the face of exhilaration.

Outside The Theatre

[apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com]

For congratulating the actors and actresses!

Re: Outside The Theatre

[glacial_queen]

It was still raining tinsel outside, but Karla didn't mind. Snow White had been silly and weird and mostly nonsensical, but it had been fun. And it had done an amazing job of lifting her spirits after last week.

OOC

[apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com]

Can I just say that I adooore everyone one of you involved in this? IT COULD NOT BE DONE WITHOUT YOU! \o/

Re: OOC

[notmyownage]

Now I'm all sad and nostalgic for opening nights.

Someday. Someday I will return to . . . the THEATAH!