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Post by Daniella on Mar 24, 2006 15:23:29 GMT -5
Zarek sat on a stool staring at a giant sheet of blank wood. a sketching pencil in one hand, a stack of pictures of previous backgrounds use for this opera in the other. His job today was to outline where the house carpenters were to cut. To be truthful he really didn't know where to begin, in his mind's eye he imagined a vast amount of rolling hills...he had already marked up several other sheets for other parts of the up coming opera but this was to be for the ballerinas'. Hours may have passed without Zarek's knowing, finally he stood and started drawing. Soon he finished and with a sigh of great accomplishment stepped back. That's when he heard a small cough. As if someone had cleared his or her throat. Zarek turned around.
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Post by Kristine D'Anton on Mar 24, 2006 15:28:05 GMT -5
Kristine blushed when the young man turned around. She had not meant for him to even notice her. "Pardon me" she wispered, "I didn't mean to disturb you, I was out here for some fresh air and just noticed you sketching" she said, her eyes flirting quickly to the sketch pad in his lap.
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Post by Daniella on Mar 24, 2006 21:27:37 GMT -5
Zarek's large callused hand held the notebook as he scratched the back of his head, his pencil now behind his ear. "Not a problem," he said then squinting a bit he remarked, "you..you're a chorus girl aren't you?" He quickly corrected himself, "i mean you are to sing in Le Soufre Consigne, yes?" Zarek's pronunciation of the opera's name was very bad, he realized the girl was sure to be laughing on the inside and blushed slightly.
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 18, 2006 14:35:09 GMT -5
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