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Posted: Jul 6 2017, 11:15 AM
"chains of heaven"
Around half past noon, the theatre was brimming with activity. A group of students managed to uproot the old piano from the dance hall and were currently hoisting it up on stage. Unfortunately, an inattentive helper student stumbled against a nail on the floorboard and catapulted headfirst onto the ground. The five other students who still bore the weight of a heavy grand piano glared at the hapless student. In response, there was a loud “Why aren’t we levitating it in the first place?!?” Silence followed by quiet grumbling before a lightbulb seemingly turned on within the minds of the students. A unison “oh” emerged from the group before the piano was finally levitated up towards the stage.
In another corner of the theatre sat opened paint cans and stained brushes. A bit of paint had slipped through the butcher paper that was meant to protect the flooring. Someone would have to clean that up later; otherwise, if any of the school officials found out, there was going to be disapproving faces. It wouldn’t be the first time. Some of the bigger props were being done today in order to make it in time for opening night. It was a month away, but most of the troupe knew by now that deadlines sort of hit them in the face. By far, this part of the room was easily the messiest.
On the other hand, the music section, which was all the way across the room from where the painting was occurring, could easily compete. While some of the players kept their sheet music carefully organized in folders, others had their papers sprawled on the ground. Messy ink scribbles for where some of the music had been adjusted were almost present in all the music papers. Violin cases as well as other musical instruments were everywhere. No one had thought to organize these things. It was a wonder anyone could move.
In the far back and on stage was costume design. Compared to all the other sections, it was hard to tell what was going on back there because most of the activity was covered by red curtains. On closer examination, one could hear strings of conversation. Most revolved around color choice and type of fabric. It was a sign of productivity, even if some of the conversations became heated.
It was at that moment Lihan burst into the room with bags of food all over his arms. He managed to cook something up in the kitchen while the house elves were off cleaning the common rooms. There was some delay when the house elves eventually caught onto what the lion had done and insisted on cooking for him...but that was a story for another day. With a wave and loud shout, he said “Food’s here!”
Feel free to have your character already be in the theatre troupe or only have joined today. If your character is joining today, he or she can either tag Lihan Huang and ask how to join. Otherwise, your character can RP it out with another character who is already in the troupe or you can just make up an NPC! The sky’s the limit, but please leave a summary to make catching up easier. Also, I’ll only tag one of your characters if you volunteered in the plotting thread so I don’t bombard you all with multiple alerts <3. ALSO I FORGOT, but the play they’re all prepping for is PETER PAN.
@Emil Dwight, @Destiny Adair, @Alani Lua-Millers, @Vivian Luxford, @Lulu Flowers, @Chai Beauvelle, @Eveleen Ó Faoláin, @Anora Chevalier, @Finlay Storm, @Jisik Sa, @Fae Forsythe, @Felicia Quigley, @Miles Petrou, @Lifen Huang
Posted: Jul 14 2017, 03:38 AM
"Music is the magic of the heart"
Emil had heard about the play from someone that he had met a few days after arriving at Hogwarts - at least, that was when the boy had learned about the music club and when he had went searching to join the music club he had also found the sign ups to be able to join the play Peter Pan. It was a quick decision, one based merely on the fact that Emil needed a way to be able to make more friends as well as the fact that he loved anything to do with Peter Pan. The boy was well aware that muggle movie was a bit different than the actual story that had been written and now that he was weaving his way through the corridors, he wondered which one it was that they would be preforming.
Moving through the corridors, the boy was a bit lost in his thoughts, but he was also aware that his back felt empty. There was no guitar bouncing against it slightly, there was no leather strap that he was wearing because it had been broken. It hurt Emil to think about it and the younger Dwight brother tried not to dwell on it too much - the fact that the brother he had never met before the day of the Hogsmeade trip had broken it hurt Emil more than he could say. The second part that hurt was that Erik had declared that they needed to stay away from each other and that was just what Emil was doing - staying away from him, even if curiosity was burning within him to do the exact opposite.
Pushing open the door, Emil entered the room where the theater group was meeting, hopeful that thoughts of Erik would drift away for a few hours. He wished he had his guitar for the music, but as it was Peter Pan that they were going to be preforming, it was probably better that the boy could help out with the music on a keyboard or piano anyways. Guitar didn't really fit for this play, anyhow. His lips curled into a small smile as he looked around the room, a suddenly feeling of nervousness coming upon him. What was he doing here, anyways? He wasn't good at many things and with his guitar gone, the boy felt even more timid and scared.
Going to the where there were musical instruments all around, his green eyes gazed over the assortment, feeling his smile widen on his tan face. He pushed a bit of his sun bleached hair from his face and stood there for a long moment, excitement seeping back into his body. He could do this, as long as it was music that he was involved in. Or at least, Emil thought that he could. His thoughts were interrupted by someone yelling. Pivoting, he laughed softly as a boy came running in with food. Maybe he could make a friend during lunch and all the anxiety of being the new person could disappear. Or at least, that was what Emil hoped.