IC: Keres Dymos
Kaas City Opera House, Dromund Kaas
How embarrassing. She must entirely missed the calls and dozed off. That would teach her. No one was going to care about the time and effort she put into rehearsals if she slept through the actual show! "Sorry, Director Polloc!" Keres said apologetically, scrambling to her feet. At least she passed out after getting in costume, though it seemed to itch, oddly. Made her skin crawl in some strange way. Shame? Could be.
The wing were dark, and silent, and Keres felt oddly disconnected from the experience. Like she wasn't really there. It was the nerves. The same nerves that meant that even though her body was primed and ready, her brain couldn't even remember the moves. Or even who she was playing. But that was okay. Wasn't it? After all, she had practiced so much, it was muscle memory now.
Her cue. The smile fixed itself into place, even as her mind kept churning. Why did this feel strange? Her body was moving correctly, even if the costume still itched at her. Was it the director? Maybe. Yes. She had woken up and expected him to be... taller? Maybe she'd been dreaming. Easier to not think on it. After all, what would dwelling get her? Now all that mattered was the show.
TAG: @Darth Kain
Kaas City Opera House, Dromund Kaas
How embarrassing. She must entirely missed the calls and dozed off. That would teach her. No one was going to care about the time and effort she put into rehearsals if she slept through the actual show! "Sorry, Director Polloc!" Keres said apologetically, scrambling to her feet. At least she passed out after getting in costume, though it seemed to itch, oddly. Made her skin crawl in some strange way. Shame? Could be.
The wing were dark, and silent, and Keres felt oddly disconnected from the experience. Like she wasn't really there. It was the nerves. The same nerves that meant that even though her body was primed and ready, her brain couldn't even remember the moves. Or even who she was playing. But that was okay. Wasn't it? After all, she had practiced so much, it was muscle memory now.
Her cue. The smile fixed itself into place, even as her mind kept churning. Why did this feel strange? Her body was moving correctly, even if the costume still itched at her. Was it the director? Maybe. Yes. She had woken up and expected him to be... taller? Maybe she'd been dreaming. Easier to not think on it. After all, what would dwelling get her? Now all that mattered was the show.
TAG: @Darth Kain