((Contains reference to adult situations.))
Sunday 20th July, 2014
"You can like the life you're livin', you can live the life you like ..." Who in Tirisano would ever be able to guess that right now their princess, the heir to the throne of their little principality, was standing in the middle of a cottage kitchen in nothing but her nightwear and heels, wiggling her hips in time to the music she sang" Never mind that Dru was running through the one song from Chicago that she had flubbed badly in the final performance last night - it was such an incredibly odd thing for a princess to be doing at all. She hoped she hadn't woken Josh, but he was never very far away these days, no matter what she was up to.
Josh was slow getting up that morning, slower than Dru anyway. While she was up singing and presumably cooking in the kitchen, he was just waking up. Thankfully, classes were over for the semester, so they weren't juggling school, the theater, and obligations back home. It was not quite as odd for a duke's son to be performing on stage as it was for a princess, especially when that son was a second son who had always dreamed of performing in the theater, and yet, he was still a duke's son with all the responsibilities and obligations that came along with it, and if things kept going the way they were going with Dru, he might end up as far more than that.
"....and it's good, isn't it great, isn't it grand, isn't it swell, isn't it - oh!" With a yelp, Dru wobbled off her heels at exactly the same place she had done the night before on stage, and bounced painfully off the edge of the kitchen table, swearing in a variety of languages with crude emphasis she really shouldn't have known. Rubbing her hip, she scowled, annoyed with herself, and turned back to the oven, checking the heat with the back of her hand. Josh was slowly teaching her how to cook, but this was the first time she'd attempted breakfast by herself. He hadn't woken up to the smell of the pancakes cooking, so now they were staying warm in the oven while she marked time, waiting for him to get up.
At last, he rolled out of bed and stumbled to his feet, rubbing a hand across his face as he made his way first to the bathroom to relieve himself and wash up a little before joining her. Though they were practically living together, there were still some awkward moments between them as they got accustomed to life under the same roof.
Fairly sure the food wasn't burning in an oven that was only warm, not hot, Dru muttered to herself and returned to her rehearsal. Setting her feet once again, she let the rhythm resound in her head, singing the words as they came, while her hips did most of the work. It wasn't even a particularly difficult piece of choreography - she was just frustrated that it had tripped her up last night, wanting to prove to herself that it had just been a fluke.
Once he was finished in the bathroom, Josh paused in the doorway to the kitchen to watch her quietly a moment, a hint of amusement playing across his face. She was getting better, more comfortable with being on stage, enjoying it even, and it showed in her performance. She would have never gotten the lead role of Roxie Hart if she hadn't.
It should have looked strange to see her dancing around in her nightclothes and high heels, but then, she had worn a lot less in some of her scenes on stage. Of course, that was when she was Roxie - right now, she was Dru, and the song had taken on a shy, self-conscious edge that was rather endearing. As she reached the part that had tripped her up, she scowled down at her feet, willing them to do as she wanted, and let out a yip of triumph when they did just that, clapping her hands as though applauding herself. "Finally!"
That applause was echoed by another pair of hands as he added his own praise of her impromptu performance. "Good!" he exclaimed. "Better! You didn't trip this time!" he said as he joined her in the kitchen, himself in a pair of boxer shorts and t-shirt, feet bare and hair mussed, but at least he'd brushed his teeth and hence, had fresh breath.
Startled, she spun about, blushing even as she laughed to find him watching her. "And how long have you been standing there, ogling my rear end?" she asked with an arch smile, reaching up to gently brush his hair back off his forehead.
"Long enough," he replied with a smile, proud of the progress she'd made, especially for someone who hadn't had any former experience in the theater. Oh, sure, she was used to being in front of people, but that was an entirely different kind of stage than the one they performed on in the theater. "You're doing great, Dru! You're a natural, I swear." Maybe it was in the blood. After all, her brother was Jonathan Granger.
Her shy smile lit up her face, beaming under the praise he heaped on her head. "You're very sweet to say so," she told him, leaning in close to kiss his cheek. "I should warn you, though ....I attempted breakfast by myself. It might be a bit dry by now." She gestured toward the oven a little worriedly.
"What are we having" Chocolate chip cookies?" he asked with a smirk. If that had been the case, he probably wouldn't have cared. Living on their own away from home meant breaking the rules sometimes, and so far, no one seemed to care so long as they didn't run wild. He smiled warmly at the kiss, basking in whatever affection she chose to bestow upon him. "Did you sleep okay?"
"No, pancakes," she told him, half-proud of herself, half-worried that they were going to taste awful. She shrugged one shoulder at his question, turning to open the oven and rescue the stack she'd made about half an hour ago. "I slept well enough," she admitted, "but I woke up earlier than I would have liked. That flub on stage really rattled me."
"Don't worry about it so much. The audience is very forgiving. Most of the time they don't even notice, and when they do, sometimes they think it's supposed to be that way. The show must go on, you know!" he reminded her with a grin. "You're only human, Dru. Everyone flubs now and then." He leaned over her shoulder to see what it was she was taking out of the oven.
"Says the man who had the entire audience hating Roxie for the way she treats Amos every night," she giggled softly. Josh might only have one song, but he was selling it beautifully. There had been audible tears in the audience by the time Mr Cellophane finished at each performance. The plate of pancakes she took from the oven looked as though they could have done with being taken out of the oven a while earlier, but on the whole, were pretty good for a first solo effort. She poked at them with a fork. "Well, I suppose we could just drown them in syrup and hope it soaks in."
Sunday 20th July, 2014
"You can like the life you're livin', you can live the life you like ..." Who in Tirisano would ever be able to guess that right now their princess, the heir to the throne of their little principality, was standing in the middle of a cottage kitchen in nothing but her nightwear and heels, wiggling her hips in time to the music she sang" Never mind that Dru was running through the one song from Chicago that she had flubbed badly in the final performance last night - it was such an incredibly odd thing for a princess to be doing at all. She hoped she hadn't woken Josh, but he was never very far away these days, no matter what she was up to.
Josh was slow getting up that morning, slower than Dru anyway. While she was up singing and presumably cooking in the kitchen, he was just waking up. Thankfully, classes were over for the semester, so they weren't juggling school, the theater, and obligations back home. It was not quite as odd for a duke's son to be performing on stage as it was for a princess, especially when that son was a second son who had always dreamed of performing in the theater, and yet, he was still a duke's son with all the responsibilities and obligations that came along with it, and if things kept going the way they were going with Dru, he might end up as far more than that.
"....and it's good, isn't it great, isn't it grand, isn't it swell, isn't it - oh!" With a yelp, Dru wobbled off her heels at exactly the same place she had done the night before on stage, and bounced painfully off the edge of the kitchen table, swearing in a variety of languages with crude emphasis she really shouldn't have known. Rubbing her hip, she scowled, annoyed with herself, and turned back to the oven, checking the heat with the back of her hand. Josh was slowly teaching her how to cook, but this was the first time she'd attempted breakfast by herself. He hadn't woken up to the smell of the pancakes cooking, so now they were staying warm in the oven while she marked time, waiting for him to get up.
At last, he rolled out of bed and stumbled to his feet, rubbing a hand across his face as he made his way first to the bathroom to relieve himself and wash up a little before joining her. Though they were practically living together, there were still some awkward moments between them as they got accustomed to life under the same roof.
Fairly sure the food wasn't burning in an oven that was only warm, not hot, Dru muttered to herself and returned to her rehearsal. Setting her feet once again, she let the rhythm resound in her head, singing the words as they came, while her hips did most of the work. It wasn't even a particularly difficult piece of choreography - she was just frustrated that it had tripped her up last night, wanting to prove to herself that it had just been a fluke.
Once he was finished in the bathroom, Josh paused in the doorway to the kitchen to watch her quietly a moment, a hint of amusement playing across his face. She was getting better, more comfortable with being on stage, enjoying it even, and it showed in her performance. She would have never gotten the lead role of Roxie Hart if she hadn't.
It should have looked strange to see her dancing around in her nightclothes and high heels, but then, she had worn a lot less in some of her scenes on stage. Of course, that was when she was Roxie - right now, she was Dru, and the song had taken on a shy, self-conscious edge that was rather endearing. As she reached the part that had tripped her up, she scowled down at her feet, willing them to do as she wanted, and let out a yip of triumph when they did just that, clapping her hands as though applauding herself. "Finally!"
That applause was echoed by another pair of hands as he added his own praise of her impromptu performance. "Good!" he exclaimed. "Better! You didn't trip this time!" he said as he joined her in the kitchen, himself in a pair of boxer shorts and t-shirt, feet bare and hair mussed, but at least he'd brushed his teeth and hence, had fresh breath.
Startled, she spun about, blushing even as she laughed to find him watching her. "And how long have you been standing there, ogling my rear end?" she asked with an arch smile, reaching up to gently brush his hair back off his forehead.
"Long enough," he replied with a smile, proud of the progress she'd made, especially for someone who hadn't had any former experience in the theater. Oh, sure, she was used to being in front of people, but that was an entirely different kind of stage than the one they performed on in the theater. "You're doing great, Dru! You're a natural, I swear." Maybe it was in the blood. After all, her brother was Jonathan Granger.
Her shy smile lit up her face, beaming under the praise he heaped on her head. "You're very sweet to say so," she told him, leaning in close to kiss his cheek. "I should warn you, though ....I attempted breakfast by myself. It might be a bit dry by now." She gestured toward the oven a little worriedly.
"What are we having" Chocolate chip cookies?" he asked with a smirk. If that had been the case, he probably wouldn't have cared. Living on their own away from home meant breaking the rules sometimes, and so far, no one seemed to care so long as they didn't run wild. He smiled warmly at the kiss, basking in whatever affection she chose to bestow upon him. "Did you sleep okay?"
"No, pancakes," she told him, half-proud of herself, half-worried that they were going to taste awful. She shrugged one shoulder at his question, turning to open the oven and rescue the stack she'd made about half an hour ago. "I slept well enough," she admitted, "but I woke up earlier than I would have liked. That flub on stage really rattled me."
"Don't worry about it so much. The audience is very forgiving. Most of the time they don't even notice, and when they do, sometimes they think it's supposed to be that way. The show must go on, you know!" he reminded her with a grin. "You're only human, Dru. Everyone flubs now and then." He leaned over her shoulder to see what it was she was taking out of the oven.
"Says the man who had the entire audience hating Roxie for the way she treats Amos every night," she giggled softly. Josh might only have one song, but he was selling it beautifully. There had been audible tears in the audience by the time Mr Cellophane finished at each performance. The plate of pancakes she took from the oven looked as though they could have done with being taken out of the oven a while earlier, but on the whole, were pretty good for a first solo effort. She poked at them with a fork. "Well, I suppose we could just drown them in syrup and hope it soaks in."