one thing's universal, life's no dress rehearsal

[stagemanagers]

[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.]

Comments

[tailor_made]

Frogmen-? [She doesn't have time to question it much though, she has a second princely lesbian to dance with.] I do love a waltz though!

[To the dance floor! Hester swipes a strand of dark hair off her forehead and grins, wrinkling her nose a little.] Lead or follow? I can go either way and you don't have to worry about sparing my toes.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Yeah, from the dance club? That one was weird, but definitely not as weird as the mime club. [It's all so offhand. No problem though, it's just what it is.]

I can lead, to be polite. I tend to go only one way. [A wink. She only gets to be this smooth when she doesn't mean it. And she's already settling into the groove.] I might have learned in a castle, but where did you learn to dance?

[tailor_made]

[The shocked and blank look on Hester's face is definitely one that reads "I have no idea what you're talking about but I'm going to roll with it".]

Oh, um, I've taken dance classes since I was little. My foster families were always really good about keeping up with them, along with all my other extra curriculars but those I didn't stick with as long. Chess lessons, french lessons, a bunch of sports, that summer I did knife juggling...

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, knife juggling? They just teach you that? Sounds like your family had a lot of expectations for you.

[...] Parents, am I right? Wanting you to be the best you can be.

[tailor_made]

Some of them had higher expectations than others but overall yeah. They wanted me to succeed and be the best at anything I did...and so do I. [She grins.]

And the knife juggling we had to specifically hunt down. I just thought it would be fun to learn. It was the same summer I tried to become goth but that only lasted...maybe a month.