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Post by eowyn on Apr 10, 2009 20:51:05 GMT
"Erm, sure. Do I get paid?"
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Post by akido on Apr 11, 2009 22:21:43 GMT
"Probably. No idea, really. Does it matter?" She shook her head and answered her own question. "Probably." She tutted and muttered something.
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Post by eowyn on Apr 11, 2009 23:07:09 GMT
Topaz gave a cocky grin. "Yes, of course it matters. No one gets my sweat and tears for free."
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Post by akido on Apr 13, 2009 17:27:05 GMT
"It's MEANT to be about the ART, dahhhrling," drawled the Russian in a Shakespearean luvvie actor tone.
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Post by eowyn on Apr 14, 2009 7:52:01 GMT
Topaz laughed. "I suppose yeah. Oh all right, I'll take the offer. I'll enjoy it at least."
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Post by akido on Apr 17, 2009 11:12:00 GMT
"Super." Ell drained her whisky in one and stood up. "Come to work, dearie?"
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Post by eowyn on Apr 17, 2009 15:51:43 GMT
"Sure." Topaz drained her drink and stood, ready to follow Ell.
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Post by akido on Apr 20, 2009 15:54:29 GMT
Back at the theatre, it was mayhem. People were rushing all over the place. Sweat and makeup and hairspray hung in the air even though all of the actors had left. "That her?" called an extravagantly dressed, rather camp guy. Director. "Yup!" With a gasp, she semi-doubled over. Her director was at her side in a moment. "What is it?" She forceibly evened her breathing and slowly straightened. "War wound. I'm fine. Topaz, go onstage. One of the stage hands will show you the way, he needs to put you through your paces." Stiffly, she made her way to a seat in the audience.
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