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itscurtains2021-07-07 11:01 pm
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2021-07-07 11:01 pm
one thing's universal, life's no dress rehearsal
[Prom night! The greatest night of your young lives if you watch any Western high school media from the past 60 years. The looks, the music, the copious amounts of fancy snacks, the sore feet from dancing heels and then spending the rest of the night in bare feet- it’s all part of the bigger package.
The courtyard and the roof have both been decked out in a special way for tonight, despite no one really seeing Hester or anyone/anything else decorating. There are round tables set-up in both places, covered in yellow-gold tablecloths. Some of them have platters of snacks laid out on them, one has a large punch bowl that never seems to empty no matter how many drinks are taken from it.
On the roof there’s an extra table with pencils, small slips of paper, a box wrapped in gold wrapping paper and a notecard labeled Song Requests. Just write a song, pop it in the box and within a few minutes it starts playing! Weird, there doesn’t seem to be a sound system anywhere...
Red paper lanterns have been strung around the outline of the roof and between stakes in the courtyard, granting soft romantic light for a night to remember. Put on your best costume shop formal wear, get ready to lose your shoes after an hour and sneak in liquor even though most of you are of age.
After all…tonight belongs to you.]
The courtyard and the roof have both been decked out in a special way for tonight, despite no one really seeing Hester or anyone/anything else decorating. There are round tables set-up in both places, covered in yellow-gold tablecloths. Some of them have platters of snacks laid out on them, one has a large punch bowl that never seems to empty no matter how many drinks are taken from it.
On the roof there’s an extra table with pencils, small slips of paper, a box wrapped in gold wrapping paper and a notecard labeled Song Requests. Just write a song, pop it in the box and within a few minutes it starts playing! Weird, there doesn’t seem to be a sound system anywhere...
Red paper lanterns have been strung around the outline of the roof and between stakes in the courtyard, granting soft romantic light for a night to remember. Put on your best costume shop formal wear, get ready to lose your shoes after an hour and sneak in liquor even though most of you are of age.
After all…tonight belongs to you.]
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When he wakes up, he feels vaguely foggy and thirsty, but after drinking water and splashing some on his face, his fever has abated enough for him to be able to dress up and enjoy the party. The soft lighting and atmosphere are soothing, and he finds himself sitting at one of the tables, just kind of quietly enjoying the music, and having people around him.
At some points, when he thinks he's not being watched, he'll withdraw a small dark blue and white plastic beaded lizard from the pocket of his vest. The colors of his tuxedo and shirt, almost specifically chosen to match. When anyone approaches, the lizard goes back in his pocket, his own little secret, as he continues sipping his punch.
He doesn't take to the dance floor without a partner; he's not about to subject everyone to that, though there's a few people he wants to dance with and a few more he won't (or can't) say no to.
But, near the end of the night when the party is beginning to wind down, you might see him dancing, laughing, with a partner who isn't there at all.]
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[Elle WILL drag him on to the dance floor.]
Show me how you danced in your time!
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It's accompanied by a little pang of sadness, too, when he realizes that... Well, there's only three of them left, out of the little group of time travelers. With Antonio gone, only Benjamin, Elsa, and Cassandra are left from before the 20th century.]
Let's see, here. This sounds like a fast one, let's try this.
[And he takes her other hand as well, and starts leading her in a fun little dance.]
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You're pretty good at this!
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I have an outstanding partner, how could I disappoint?
ghost dance
She doesn’t dare approach, lord forbid she break the spell like she did with Peregrine.
She sets herself down in a seat where she can see him from, and watches—- patiently waiting for him to either finish his dance, or for the illusion to fade.]
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He raises his arm to let his invisible partner twirl beneath it, laughing brightly. And when he pulls his partner in, he begins to sing, low and sweet.]
I'll see you again
When ever spring breaks through again
Time may lie heavy---between
But what has been
is past forgetting
[It's easy to picture, with how involved he seems to be, the girl in his arms, with a long, sweeping dress that swishes around her legs as they move, a fall of golden yellow curls that bounce with every step.
He dances like...a father, giving his daughter away.]
This sweet memory
Across the years
Will come to me
Though my world has gone awry
In my heart will ever lie
Just an echo of a sigh
[He moves in such a way that his line of sight passes over where Farrah is sitting. And then he opens his arm again, to let his partner spin, and lingers there for a long moment before he...
Lets go.]
Goodbye...
[He closes his eyes, wiping tears from his face with a sniff, as the vision of Johanna fades away, safe into Anthony's arms.]
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Maybe she can just. Get up and leave, and that’ll be fine?
But there’s something about the dance that mesmerizes her. It’s beautiful, and sad, and pulls at her heart. And still, she doesn’t dare interrupt. Not until that final goodbye has passed for a few seconds, does she dare get up, and cross the dance floor. She doesn’t dare try and fill the empty space, but she does gently put a hand on his arm, gazing up at him.]
That was beautiful.
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That he wasn't there to give the real Johanna away.
But it's something he needed. To live for a few minutes in what might have been.
He smiles down at Farrah when she puts her (real, warm) hand on his arm, then bends down to kiss her forehead. One day, perhaps, Farrah will find someone who would move heaven and earth for her. But for now, he prays for her to stay young, to stay innocent. To stay alive, to stay safe.]
You're not ready to go to bed yet are you, princess? The night is still young.