• Avialae

    I'm not one for romance, but here goes nothing...

    Falling on Stage

    It was always the set of stairs that got me before every session. In the blackness of the set, large and spacious, yet so suffocating from all the tension, I stood in wait as the rest of the cast readied themselves. Pauldrons, greaves, armets, it was a medieval-themed play that was to begin this Saturday midnight.

    I never liked it. The clothing was always tacky for me. Bright colours and frills lining the oddest of edges, even the girls loathed wearing them. We'd always get a laugh in between sessions, though. At least it helped to relieve the tension. As the members were on the verge of their final adjustments, throwing lines from memory into the darkness and making fun of on…

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