Thread: Two Belles of the Ball on a Stage Too Small - ( Erebus & Crescent )

Poppycock. Delilah Lily Rivers stood with her waist half-turned against the rounded table, offering her own quiet, barely audible running commentary to the conversation at hand. Her hand was constantly running through her hair, light brown which streamed into an even lighter platinum blonde at the ends. Cross as she was about the whole ordeal, her pale blue-grey eyes spoke only of mild irritation, an easy contrast to the fire currently radiating from the horrendously vocal woman next door. Still, she could not find any disagreement with what the other was spouting, offering only a gentle shrug when Dave gave a look of what could only be described as a desperate, silent plea for help. Lily tucked away straying strands behind her ear and glanced at the bright lights dotting the theater. She feigned disinterest, but her attention had successfully been taken captive. After all, it had taken too much to get here. Having read over the script, she had admittedly been more than slightly uninspired but given the publicity and opportunities which came with landing a high-profile role, she would have been truly stupid to pass it up. The play was not so much new as it was different and Lily always happily welcomed challenges, come as they may. This, however, was not an obstacle she foresaw and even now it was difficult to fully believe that this was the direction they wanted to go. Her head dipped back down to Dave at the possibility of an answer at last, clearly ignoring the seething gaze boring into her temple. It was a cut-throat world and she didn't make it this far by giving into petty prats nor would she give in to the allure of acting the part. Instead, she merely licked her lips and huffed to voice her own disapproval of the director's excuses. Besides, had she been in charge of this thing, she wouldn't have taken the abuse like that sniveling old man was. It was then did she turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of honest emotion, ugly as they were. The woman's feelings were plain as day, like the sky without the fabric of clouds to hide behind. It was honestly quite impressive, the way in which she could actually see the color of her cheeks reddening right before her very eyes. But Jean was the least of her concerns. Even she could not hide her own shock as the director opened the can, worms spilling everywhere. Share the part? Lily whispered incredulously. She'd never heard of such a thing the mere concept was ridiculous, not to mention the fact that she could not even begin to imagine how it would work or why. Still, she remained stoic, her jaw firmly set as she finally stopped playing with her hair to rest her hands against the table. Again, she could feel Jean's not-so-amicable stare, loaded to the extreme with venom now and Lily could not help but curl her lip slightly. As little as she knew about the other woman, she knew that she was not the only one who had to make many a sacrifice. But in the same vein, she did not feel a hint of empathy. Not when the final outburst reached its climax, and the waterworks came and especially not when Jean's hateful spittle was finally directed at her. My fault? Lily parroted, an eyebrow darting right up in mock surprise but before she could come up with an appropriate response, the young woman had already darted off. She sighed and clicked her tongue. The problem with actors and actresses was that some always took things too far. The brunette made to leave as well, pausing only when she heard the quiet chuckle coming from their director. Her eye twitched and her fingers curled against the table. Turning her eyes back onto Dave, her expression grew considerably darker. You are a very small man, she said, the accusation ringing clear as day in her slightly accented tone. Jean spoke the truth, you did promise the part to one of us and unless this company eats technicalities for breakfast, you went back on your word. She huffed again, And now you made a child cry. For shame! It was difficult to tell whether Lily was being purposefully dramatic or demeaning, but it was clear that she had finished her little speech. She couldn't very well throw in the towel now, having put too much effort in already. But she could certainly go about her way in a very disgruntled manner. She smoothed out her jacket and, like her co-actor did not offer a single farewell to any of the casting crew and stalked away, brushing past the heavy-set furnishing and ducking past the side-curtain in search of Jean. Not to offer any comfort or solace, no. Lily simply wanted to clear the air and above all, demand an explanation for the other's outburst. Being blamed was not a concept she was comfortable or familiar with. Perhaps Jean merely needed an outlet for her frustrations, something Lily understood perfectly. Regardless of the reason, there was no excuse and she would have her apology.