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Messed up

Well, fuck.

That thought -- or variations of it -- had been on Astrid’s mind since the kiss. She just didn’t know what to do about it. She hadn’t meant for things to wind up like they did. She certainly didn’t want to do anything to make Brooklyn uncomfortable. She had really, really liked kissing her -- but more than that, she liked being her friend. Why did she have to mess everything up? And the worst part was, Brooklyn wouldn’t even let her talk about it. All she wanted to do was apologize and beg for things to go back to the way they used to be, but every time she even tried, Brooklyn ran from the room like she was on fire.

Astrid whined loudly, pressing her palms into her face and kicking her legs up and down like a kid throwing a temper tantrum. Why the fuck not, she was alone! There was just Stephanie, and -- wait. Shit. “Oh, uh, hey.” The other woman had clearly only been passing by. In retrospect, she probably should have closed the door before acting like a petulant child. On the other hand, she was kind of grateful that Stephanie had showed up. “Uh, do you have a second? I feel like I’m gonna break something, I need to talk to someone about this.” She wanted it to come out sounding tough, but her throat felt really dry all of a sudden. She grabbed her water bottle and drank from it to try to try and hide the fact that she was maybe, slightly losing it, just a little.

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They were finally stopped for the night. They had travelled all day, and Casper felt pretty grateful that they weren’t performing until tomorrow. He thought that, if they tried, half of the cast would just wind up falling asleep before the end of Act 1. He didn’t know what it was about sitting in a bus that made you so tired all day, but it did. He decided that he was just going to grab a few things from the store around the corner and spend a quiet night in his hotel room -- he had one to himself, this time, they all took turns sharing. But those plans changed when he saw some chocolate teddy grahams sitting on the shelf. He remembered Emily saying that those were her favorite, so he thought he’d pick some up and offer them to Stephanie to give her.

Except when he knocked on the hotel room door, Stephanie wasn’t there. Emily was, though, and she assured him that Stephanie would be right back. He was about to tell her that he’d be back later, but then she had wanted to show him the drawing she had been doing, and he couldn’t exactly say no. He set the bags off to the side, not wanting to give Emily a treat without her mother’s permission, and sat at the little desk Emily had been drawing at. He was halfway through the grand tour of the little girl’s crayon-filled sketchbook, telling her that her drawings were very nice, when Stephanie walked in. He smiled a little sheepishly. “Hi, Stephanie! Um, sorry for intruding,” he said a bit awkwardly. “Emily said you’d be right back, so ...” He shrugged awkwardly. “I hope you don’t mind. She was showing me her drawings. They’re very cool.” He said that last bit for Emily’s benefit.

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complaints.

“Excuse me.” When the other ensemble member, deep in conversation with the production’s Piangi, didn’t move, Natasha gave a little huff. Natasha Farris, actress once featured on Playbill and broadway.com, was not in the business of being ignored. She nudged the tiny ballerina out of her way. “Excuse me,” she said again, with a bit more force this time. While others were going to spend their break chatting or grabbing coffee or doing pointless things, Natasha was the consummate professional. She was going to get things done. She adjusted the ridiculous wig she wore for this scene and made her way across the stage.

She stomped right up to the woman in black, crossing her arms over her chest. “Hello, yes, hi. Is there a reason that my costume for the Hannibal scene still doesn’t fit right? Even though I told you lot weeks ago?” Honestly, it was bad enough that she had been robbed of the role she really deserved, but now this? In truth, she wasn’t even sure if the woman before her was in costuming. She thought her name was Sarah or Stacey or something, but past that, she had no idea who she was. Well, it didn’t really matter. All of the backstage people probably knew each other, and they were all basically in the same category in Natasha’s mind.

#stephanieramsey #;rp #;starter #;stephanie #[ i'm imagining this is at the end of act 1 ]#[ so she's playing one of the minor parts in the countess/serephimo/whatEVER SCENE ]#[ you know the scene where carlotta starts croaking lol ]