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[kitty]

The round stage was dimly lit; the New London Theatre wouldn’t be coming to life with the sound of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s music for another three hours or so. A few stage hands were wondering around, getting a few of the lights and sweeping the stage ready for that evenings show.

Quinn walked on to the stage, the music director was sitting on a piano stall with a keyboard in front of him to the left of the stage, ”Quinn, hello.” David the music director said to the man as he came forward in tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt.

”Evening David. Is Pam here yet?” he looked around and saw a woman coming from the auditorium and climbing on to the stage, ”Talk of the devil!” David laughed.
Pam was the touring chorographer with the show; she was the one who went through dancers with certain members of the cast.

”Hello David, Quinn.” Pam said smiling and nodding to Quinn, ”Right, lets get down to business, you said that you don’t like the second movement in your song right?” she asked. Quinn nodded, ”Yeah, I suppose it would be alright, but you never know. Should we try the new movement?” he asked, stretching his legs and flexing them, getting them warmed up.

”Right, clue David.” Pam said as she stood back and the familiar notes of “Mr Mistoffelees” echoed through the air. Quinn began to dance, turning and spinning, keeping his concentration. The second movement seemed to not trouble him, he leapt into the air, landing on his toe and going into a double spin.
”Right, David stop.” Pam put her hand up as Quinn stopped spinning, ”That looked fine from where I was standing Quinn, I think you should be fine.”

”Alright, thanks, just wanted to make sure.” he said smiling and knelt down, doing up his ballet lace that had come undone.
”I’ll see you tonight Quinn.” David stood up and began carrying the piano stool and later the keyboard into the wings, ”Got to go and see a friend, having coffee down the road at Café Nero.” he laughed as he began to put his coat on.

”I’ll be back in an hour, will you tell all the members of the cast that we will be going through the first number at 5:30.” Pam smiled as she made her way towards the back of the auditorium and out.
Quinn sat on the stage, dangling his legs over the side and feeling at the flooring. Sighing he stared up at the lights.

[Donna Wright]

Donna's Outfit

There was nothing better than a good jog, to get the blood pumping and the adrenaline running, Donna had found. Nothing that could beat a fair hours run from hotel to theatre in the most difficult and trying of routes, with a brilliant classic pouding through your ear drums. Yup, nothing better. Her hour was almost up though, and will the theatre in sight, she slowed to a simple walk, allowing her legs, and lungs, a little breather. After all, she didn't want to be so utterly knackered that it hurt to practise, for that was her whole reason for coming out so early.

She might have been doing this for a few years, but that didn't mean that sometimes, she was unsure of whether some sort of move felt right or wrong, whether she could reach that note or tap that tap. It was always good to check.

Rounding a corner, she smiled widely as she saw David 'the music man' getting into his car. "Hiya Dave, you alright?" He nodded. "Good, see you later." A woman of few words as usual, she merely beamed at him before tottering off inside. Donna soon passed Pam, giving her an equal greeting, before wandering off to the stage. She couldn't honestly be bothered to dump her things in her dressing room, because it would just be another trip, and she already had her things in her skele-bag.

At first, she didn't notice Quinn on the stage, she was too busy messing around with her iPhone, pausing "Bend me, shape me" by American breed and unwrapping her black jacket from around her waist. In fact, it was only as she started to clamber up the steps, removing her bag from her back that he caught her eye. "Hello, Quinn." She sat hersel down beside him, folding her legs rather than dangling as she began to root around her her bag. "You okay? You look a bit, dazed?"

[kitty]

The lights were so shinny, he could feel stars coming into his eyes. He had been told not to look at lights as he would go blind by some friends but Quinn had never believed that…as if…

”Hello Quinn, you okay? You look a bit dazed?” a voice came from someone to his right and he looked over to see that Donna had sat down next to him, crossing her legs. He liked Donna; she was a nice person to be around, very friendly. ”Heya Donna.” he smiled over at her as he rubbed his eyes to make the stars stop flickering in his eyes.

”I’m alright thanks, just a bit tired, couldn’t get to sleep last night.” he checked his watch as he said that. She had her bag on her back, maybe she was going to do some practicing? He retied his lace on his ballet shoe as it had come undone yet again, he needed to get new training shoes…maybe he would go out tomorrow into the shops part of London and buy a new pair, and he really did need them.

”How are you Donna? Doing okay?” he asked after a few minutes of silence, staring over at her. He stretched and stood up, flexing his muscles and toes and feet and then sitting back down, staring out at the seats. ”Another show tonight…” he smiled, looking at her, he sighed and flopped over, staring up at the lights. ”You going to do some practicing? I’ll put a track on for you!”

[Donna Wright]

She slipped the sleeve containing her now silent phone off her arm, and shoved it in to her bag, pulling out her ballet shoes. God only knows what had possesed her to get gold ballet shoes; she had never been a fan of pink, but equally gold wasn't her kind of colour. Silver, yes, but gold...she didn't favour it. Still, they fit, and that was good enough. Although she was fiddling about with her things, it did not mean she wasn't paying attention to his words. Donna gave Quinn a glance, broad smile still sitting on her lips. "Aw, you shouda rung me." her southern irish accent was all too evident, as she slipped her necklace off and into her bag, along with her watch. "I could've sent you off like a light, if you'da god me talkin'." She wrapped her arm around him, giving him a brief hug before pulling away.

Donna couldn't lie: she liked Quinn. Not in the fancied sense though, no, he was more like a younger relative. He was just so adorable, with his thick hazel hair and deep blue eyes. Strangely, he reminded her of Aureole, her daughter back in Ireland. Tugging of her trainers, her mind wandered a little as she thought of home, before she came back, pulling off her socks and recovering her feet with her ballet shoes. "I'm fine, honey. A tad home sick, if anything. Just missing my little girl, really."

She gave a little sigh, as she laced her goldies up, before joining him in staring out at the chairs, knees raised to her chest. "Aye. Another 'en down. Can't say I'm still not nervous, though." Pulling the bobble from her hair, she recaptured a strayed strand and retied her ginger locks into a ponytail, before standing up. She hmmed in response, shoving her coat on her back with her foot. "Need a bit of a warm up though, first."

[kitty]

Quinn gave a soft laugh as he glanced down at Donna’s ballet shoes. He would not be buying gold ballet shoes, no way…that was just too…sickly…he couldn’t imagine Donna wearing gold ballet shoes, she seemed the silver or even the normal pink kind…Quinn wondered how much they would have cost.

”I didn’t want to ring you, it was the middle of the night and I thought you’d be asleep.” he said truthfully as he felt her arms around him; she was giving him a hug…aww. He hugged her back briefly too and smiled. Donna was a very nice person. He didn’t fancy her…she was too old for him, but she was so kind. She didn’t mind speaking her mind. She had had a bad relationship past or so Quinn had heard so the kindest thing he could do was to not say anything along that line of subject.

Ah yes, he little girl…that was sweet; he had seen photos of the girl in Donna’s dressing room and had found them really quiet sweet. ”How is she? Your girl?” he asked, sitting up and looking out at the chairs like she was doing again. ”I still get nervous I suppose, each audience is different.” he shrugged and looked over at her. ”Alrightly, shout to me when you need the track on, I’m sure I’ll be able to work the machine.” he begin to disappear over to the back of the auditorium where the sound desk was.