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The Boards, Friday Day

Okay, so Troy was a little nervous. This... wasn't actually the least prepared he'd seen people going into a performance, but as productions he was directing went, this was the worst.

... And, admittedly, the second. But who was counting?

At any rate, he was bustling around the Boards, doing all of the last-minute things that needed doing; if anyone wanted to come in and get a little last minute help, he was totally up for that, too.

[Open! Performance post will be up shortly, but I wanted to give everyone a chance to ping in beforehand if they wanted, or buy tickets, or things like that.]

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Where people can get in some last minute rehearsing, set up sets and props, finalise costuming, etc.

"Do I need to wear a costume?" Mercy said with some concern. She'd thought her nice black pants and a decent shirt would do.

"... No?" Troy tried. "You're just singing, so what you're wearing will probably work, but double-check with Kenzi ~~if she shows up in this post~~. She might have something else to suggest. Maybe a different shirt?"

"Okay." She looked up at him a little ruefully. "We never really talked about it and I don't have any dresses or fancy stuff here." Or anywhere else, really.

Troy shook his head. "There's lots of stuff here," he reminded her. "I'm sure we can figure something out. Did you want to wear a dress?"

He moved over to where the costume racks were sitting, on the side of the stage. "What size are you?" Troy asked. "I can probably find a couple of things for you to try."

She looked more than a little nervous. "I'm maybe ~~handwavey~~?" The last time she'd worn a dress, Caroline had just fit her into one of hers.

"I just wasn't sure if you guys wanted me in one. I never even really thought about it till I got here."

"What about this?" Troy asked, pulling a dark-blue dress off the rack. It was a halter-top dress, dark blue, at a length to come down to just past Mercy's knees.

Her eyes went wide. "That's beautiful."

Tara wore a simple deep blue velvet dress, her hair twisted up in elaborate plaits. She hummed scales as she checked her makeup in the mirror.

Her hands were shaking and her pals were sweaty. That was good luck, right?

"You look great," Mercy said with a smile. She was less sure about the dark blue halter-top dress she was wearing, but that had a lot less to do with the dress than with her.

"So do you," Tara smiled. "Are there people here? In the audience, I mean?"

She wasn't sure if she wanted the answer to be yes or no.

"Thanks. And, um... probably?" Mercy shook her head. "I haven't checked, but I know some people who said they were planning to come."

"That's good," Tara said. "If they're nice, I mean. I hope people are nice to us."

"You'll do awesome," Rinoa promised, offering her friend a quick smile and a squeezey hug. "I just have to stay out of your way, so everyone can see how awesome you are."

It was totally what accompanists did.

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"Thanks," Tara said, flashing a smile. "Your dress is amazing. You have the sheet music, right?"

"Of course," Rinoa said. "Mine and yours. Would you be my page-turner, by the way? During my song, I mean. I can fumble my own pages while you're singing."

It was less important when you were background music. You could fake along for a measure while you flipped.

"Sure," Tara said. "I just kind of stand beside you and turn the pages, right? Th-there;s no special trick?"

"None at all," Rinoa beamed. "You can sit on the bench with me, even, so you don't have to stand. Follow along and I'll nod when I get close to the bottom, and just flip the page when I nod. It's easy, I promise."

Tara couldn't help but smile. "I think I can manage that much."

Elphaba arrived early, mainly because she wasn't certain about the status of a certain blonde witch who'd talked her into singing.

At least she was more concerned as to what Karla might have been up to instead of worrying about the performance itself.

Karla limped as quickly as she could into the backstage, face covered in bruises and arms full of filmy black material.

"Sorry!" she said, giving Elphaba a dubious smile--at least, until said smile pulled at he cut lip. "I'm so sorry. Did Jono tell you I had called to apologize? I swear, I missed rehearsal for a very, very, very good reason!"

Elphaba sort of stared.

"What happened?" she asked, because it looked like her friend had been trampled and mauled by a gump.

"I kind of decided that slamming into a bridge was better than drowning?" Karla offered. For all of her injuries, she was still in a scintillating mood. "Protip? It is, but only barely just."

And that bit over with, she added, "I should...probably talk about how this is gonna work, right? Did you have a chance to memorize the songs?"

"I did," Elphaba said. "You're still okay for the show? I... you do look like you possibly should be finding a nurse."

Karla shook her head, waving that away. "I'm fine," she promised. She'd been involved in slightly more strenuous activities before the Showcase anyway. "But I built a lot of webs for this and we both rehearsed a lit and I want to tell people stories of my world. I'm good if you are."

Elphaba nodded. "We'll do it," she said. "Though I might have to insist you go and rest after the show. Strongly."

She had certain protective instincts of her own.

"I promise to find Raven as soon as I can and have her Heal me and scold at the same time?" Karla said, sounding meek. "And I took a nap before I came here."

She'd slept for...whole minutes! A bunch of them! All at once!

"Good," Elphaba said with a nod. "But for now we'll need to go over this. We haven't gotten much rehearsal in."

Karla nodded. "So, I figure the two songs will be the be the beginning and the end, with my monologue in the middle. The first one, sing off-stage. Just your words and my images. The second, just come right from the middle of the stage, singing. There will be an illusion there, and they'll see you come out just like the Queen in my story faded in. Does...does that sound good?"

Elphaba cast a momentary side glance over at her paper lanterns, suddenly thinking they might get a teeny bit upstaged.

But then she nodded and smiled. "That sounds like it should definitely be spectacular," she said.

"I'm really, really glad you agreed to do this with me," Karla said, reaching out to clasp Elphaba's hand. "Your voice is amazing. Thank you so much for helping me."

Elphaba was not used to such compliments, or physical gestures. But since she knew Karla wasn't just doing it to polite, she managed not to just stare in disbelief or pull her hand away and quietly said a "thank you for asking me" in return.

Petra was wearing a red dress with her gold boots and a narrow gold belt, and carrying a large sewing kit. "If anyone needs any alterations or has a wardrobe malfunction? I'm your girl, okay? Come see me, I'll be set up backstage."

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Rinoa was nervous. She hadn't been in a piano recital in years. She felt like it was cheating, to be using sheet music onstage, but there hadn't been much lead time. That was her excuse, if anyone asked.

She had a nice formal grown-up dress and she had paired it with simple black gloves. Talons didn't really go with this kind of look. She glanced around to see who else was here. And maybe to be sure her make-up didn't need touching up.

Billy was playing the role of Santa today - he'd made a list of everything that needed to be ready, and now he was checking it twice. Possibly three times before the day was over, but he figured he couldn't be too safe.

Juliet wasn't quite as off-book as she had promised to be, and she was muttering lines of poetry to herself as she paced before the show.

AAHHHHH! SNOW! COSTUMES! SETS!

Kenzi was running around like a crazy person, and having far too much fun.

Where tickets can be bought, or you can snag Troy as he's going back and forth on his various errands if you need him for something else.

[Of course, feel free to mod ticket-buying if you want to!]

I am at work with a laptop, internet access, no more exams, and nothing to do except walk around once an hour. ALL THE PLAYING.

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