The Day is Withering [Closed]

[faithfulflame]

Who:Rei and Mai
What: An impromptu concert
When: Early April
Where: The Belfrey, a Goth Club
Warnings: Probably PG-13, for language at worst




Rei didn't normally get invited to these sorts of clubs to perform but tonight was different. The new manager, Myra, had practically insisted that she accept the offer to perform and made doubly sure that she was dressed for the occasion in an outfit that didn't suit her one bit. The performer hated that woman, with a fiery passion, but for the moment she was stuck and even though her programming was coming undone arguing would have had zero effect. Once the woman was set, she was set...and so here Rei was, backstage for a mystery duet. She hadn't been told who her fellow performer was, just that she would be doing a violin duet with someone and she was fully expecting someone with no talent just thrown on stage to make her look bad. That seemed like the sort of thing Myra would agree to, after all.

So, imagine her surprise when she stepped out of the prep-room and found herself looking at Mai, of all people. Someone from the rival label, rival band, who played the same instrument...and who she genuinely liked.

"Hello, Mai." This might not be so bad after all. "Are you here to perform as well?"

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While Myra had been insistent, Jay had been reticent and simply offered it as a suggestion for the violinist. Mai still wasn't sure how to take her own new manager. He could put his foot down when push came to shove but he wasn't near the fashion hound An had been and he also didn't have her raving insistence on the perfect combination of set pieces and show costumes. He hadn't gone beyond suggesting 'dark' in this instance.

Mai's settled in the prep room in her own outfit, straightening up her hair and settling the hood of her dress over top of her typical buns when Rei walks in. Her brows raise up a little.

"It was a suggestion anyhow. I figured the practice couldn't hurt." That and she's getting restless as the dreams keep coming and as she begins to more than realize that they aren't dreams.

She points at the other woman. "You here for the duet?"