The dressing rooms of the Shanachie Theater were always a bustling place when the ballet was in residence. With The Nutcracker, that bustle was magnified tenfold with the addition of volunteers who had never danced a professional step in their lives, let alone been allowed backstage in a theater, and the collection of young dancers from the STARS and the dance studio. They, however, were always the first to leave at the end of the show, with the professionals taking longer to extract themselves from costumes and return to something approaching normality.
Thankfully for Merry, she was sharing a dressing room with Christian and Jamie, and Jamie was very quick to change and leave, eager to get back to his husband. Which meant that Jamie didn't see the entertaining wriggling that involved trying to get Merry out of her Spanish costume every evening. The costume ladies had decided to sew her into the thing every interval, and it was proving a challenge to get out of.
"Is it still stuck?" she asked, peering over her shoulder to where Christian was trying to maneuver the skirt down over her hips.
"Why in God's name didn't they add a zipper?" Christian asked, obviously having a little trouble getting the thing and half-tempted to cut her out of the costume. It was certainly lovely, but a pain to get in and out of. Thankfully, it was the last costume of the night, and she didn't have to worry about making a quick change, which would have been impossible anyway.
"We should be grateful they only sewed the skirt on," Merry pointed out. If the ladies had sewed her into the whole thing, this would definitely take a lot longer. "At least the bodice is a part of the leotard." She drew her stomach in as far as it would go, hoping like hell that would give her husband enough room to get the skirt down from her hips.
He didn't want to rip it, but there was no way she was going to get back into the thing anyway. "This ....is ....ridiculous," he grumbled as he gave the thing a final tug, upon which there was a distinct tearing sound. "Merde," he muttered under his breath as he eased the skirt over her hips and huffed an exasperated sigh. "Sorry, cherie. There was no way around it."
She smiled, more relieved to be out of the thing than worried about a small tear. "I will apologize to the madame tomorrow," she assured him, stepping out of the skirt and bending to pick it up, inspecting the seam that had split ever so slightly. "Oh, this is an easy fix," she said confidently. "I could fix this myself." Her hand gently touched his cheek as she smiled at him. "Be glad you do not get sewn into your costumes, melamin."
"I would insist on a zipper, cherie," he replied with a grin, relieved her costume wasn't completely ruined. He hardly had to worry about a zipper when most of what he wore was made of spandex. "If they are going to sew you into it every night, the least they can do is unsew you our of it."
"I will talk to them," she promised. "Once they realize we are having to use brute force, they may tell me where we can cut the threads safely." Turning away, she hung the skirt over the costume rail, already working on sliding out of her leotard.
He wasn't sure why they hadn't figured it out during costume rehearsals, but there were always a few leftover kinks that needed to be worked out. "I miss dancing with you," he told her as he, too, started to peel himself out of his costume, not having even half as much trouble as her. After all, he finished the night in his Russian costume, which didn't even include tights.
Merry's smile softened at his confession. "We were spoiled with Onegin," she said, hanging up her costume before setting her attention to peeling out of her tights and the skin-tight leotard she wore to keep all her bits from bouncing around. "But to dance not one, but two roles in The Nutcracker ....it is a treat that few others have experienced. And besides, it is a new challenge for us, to dance together without touching."
"I'm not sure how much we'll be partnered this year, with so many other talented dancers," he remarked with a frown. What was fair was fair, and he was just happy to be dancing again, but he couldn't help admitting that he missed dancing with her. "We will have to do something special for the gala," he said as he peeled off each piece of his costume and hung it in readiness for the next performance. The gala was looked forward to by all the dancers, in good part because they were able to choose which dance they wished to have featured.
"We did not dance together for a whole year when we first met," she reminded him, shucking out of her dance underwear to pull on something far more comfortable. "And we dance together every day. Is it so very much worse when no one can see us?"
"Well, there is no applause," he teased with a smirk and a wink as he looked her way, while he, too, got himself dressed. She was right, of course. It didn't really matter whether they had an audience or not, though there wasn't a dancer alive who didn't appreciate the applause of an appreciative audience.
"Ah, then I will have to remember to applaud you when we finish each time, then," she laughed, sighing in relief as she pulled on her street clothes. She loved dancing and performing, but at the end of a long evening, it felt wonderful to be wearing something that didn't require several yards of what felt like duct tape to keep your posture perfect.
"Each time, cherie, no matter the dance?" he teased, a gleam of mischief in his eyes, as he tugged on his boots. "Do you want to join the others for a drink or go home?" It didn't matter much to him either way, though it had been a long day and he was looking forward to relaxing at home with her for a little while before they went to bed and started all over again the next morning.
"I want to go home," she said without guilt. There would be plenty of time to socialize with the rest of the company and their new friends on other nights. Tonight, Merry wanted to go home and relax with her Christian, and she didn't think he would mind too much. "We will invite them out another night."
Once his boots were on, he moved to his feet to help with her coat. "Tres bien," he replied in his native French Canadian. "Tony tells me there's going to be a party in a couple of weeks," he said as he slipped her coat on over her shoulders.
Rising to her feet, she smiled as he wrapped her shawl about her shoulders, tucking her loose hair back behind one pointed ear. "That will be nice," she mused, reaching up to pull his lapels straight. "I suppose you will expect me to wear shoes to this party, yes?" Her pale eyes danced with teasing amusement. It wasn't that she didn't wear shoes when it was necessary; more that she didn't really enjoy the sensation of having her feet covered.
He chuckled at her question, though it didn't really surprise him. "Unless you want frostbite, I'd recommend shoes," he replied, smiling in amusement as she straightened his lapels. "Ready, ma belle"" It was a short walk home from the theater, weather permitting, and the fresh air would do them both good after spending so many hours in the stuffy theater.
She rolled her eyes at him, laughing at his teasing. She was wearing boots today; good protection against the snow and ice on the streets they were about to walk through. "May we take a detour on the way home?" she asked him almost uncertainly. "I should very much like to see the light displays in the darkness, when almost everyone is already gone home."
Thankfully for Merry, she was sharing a dressing room with Christian and Jamie, and Jamie was very quick to change and leave, eager to get back to his husband. Which meant that Jamie didn't see the entertaining wriggling that involved trying to get Merry out of her Spanish costume every evening. The costume ladies had decided to sew her into the thing every interval, and it was proving a challenge to get out of.
"Is it still stuck?" she asked, peering over her shoulder to where Christian was trying to maneuver the skirt down over her hips.
"Why in God's name didn't they add a zipper?" Christian asked, obviously having a little trouble getting the thing and half-tempted to cut her out of the costume. It was certainly lovely, but a pain to get in and out of. Thankfully, it was the last costume of the night, and she didn't have to worry about making a quick change, which would have been impossible anyway.
"We should be grateful they only sewed the skirt on," Merry pointed out. If the ladies had sewed her into the whole thing, this would definitely take a lot longer. "At least the bodice is a part of the leotard." She drew her stomach in as far as it would go, hoping like hell that would give her husband enough room to get the skirt down from her hips.
He didn't want to rip it, but there was no way she was going to get back into the thing anyway. "This ....is ....ridiculous," he grumbled as he gave the thing a final tug, upon which there was a distinct tearing sound. "Merde," he muttered under his breath as he eased the skirt over her hips and huffed an exasperated sigh. "Sorry, cherie. There was no way around it."
She smiled, more relieved to be out of the thing than worried about a small tear. "I will apologize to the madame tomorrow," she assured him, stepping out of the skirt and bending to pick it up, inspecting the seam that had split ever so slightly. "Oh, this is an easy fix," she said confidently. "I could fix this myself." Her hand gently touched his cheek as she smiled at him. "Be glad you do not get sewn into your costumes, melamin."
"I would insist on a zipper, cherie," he replied with a grin, relieved her costume wasn't completely ruined. He hardly had to worry about a zipper when most of what he wore was made of spandex. "If they are going to sew you into it every night, the least they can do is unsew you our of it."
"I will talk to them," she promised. "Once they realize we are having to use brute force, they may tell me where we can cut the threads safely." Turning away, she hung the skirt over the costume rail, already working on sliding out of her leotard.
He wasn't sure why they hadn't figured it out during costume rehearsals, but there were always a few leftover kinks that needed to be worked out. "I miss dancing with you," he told her as he, too, started to peel himself out of his costume, not having even half as much trouble as her. After all, he finished the night in his Russian costume, which didn't even include tights.
Merry's smile softened at his confession. "We were spoiled with Onegin," she said, hanging up her costume before setting her attention to peeling out of her tights and the skin-tight leotard she wore to keep all her bits from bouncing around. "But to dance not one, but two roles in The Nutcracker ....it is a treat that few others have experienced. And besides, it is a new challenge for us, to dance together without touching."
"I'm not sure how much we'll be partnered this year, with so many other talented dancers," he remarked with a frown. What was fair was fair, and he was just happy to be dancing again, but he couldn't help admitting that he missed dancing with her. "We will have to do something special for the gala," he said as he peeled off each piece of his costume and hung it in readiness for the next performance. The gala was looked forward to by all the dancers, in good part because they were able to choose which dance they wished to have featured.
"We did not dance together for a whole year when we first met," she reminded him, shucking out of her dance underwear to pull on something far more comfortable. "And we dance together every day. Is it so very much worse when no one can see us?"
"Well, there is no applause," he teased with a smirk and a wink as he looked her way, while he, too, got himself dressed. She was right, of course. It didn't really matter whether they had an audience or not, though there wasn't a dancer alive who didn't appreciate the applause of an appreciative audience.
"Ah, then I will have to remember to applaud you when we finish each time, then," she laughed, sighing in relief as she pulled on her street clothes. She loved dancing and performing, but at the end of a long evening, it felt wonderful to be wearing something that didn't require several yards of what felt like duct tape to keep your posture perfect.
"Each time, cherie, no matter the dance?" he teased, a gleam of mischief in his eyes, as he tugged on his boots. "Do you want to join the others for a drink or go home?" It didn't matter much to him either way, though it had been a long day and he was looking forward to relaxing at home with her for a little while before they went to bed and started all over again the next morning.
"I want to go home," she said without guilt. There would be plenty of time to socialize with the rest of the company and their new friends on other nights. Tonight, Merry wanted to go home and relax with her Christian, and she didn't think he would mind too much. "We will invite them out another night."
Once his boots were on, he moved to his feet to help with her coat. "Tres bien," he replied in his native French Canadian. "Tony tells me there's going to be a party in a couple of weeks," he said as he slipped her coat on over her shoulders.
Rising to her feet, she smiled as he wrapped her shawl about her shoulders, tucking her loose hair back behind one pointed ear. "That will be nice," she mused, reaching up to pull his lapels straight. "I suppose you will expect me to wear shoes to this party, yes?" Her pale eyes danced with teasing amusement. It wasn't that she didn't wear shoes when it was necessary; more that she didn't really enjoy the sensation of having her feet covered.
He chuckled at her question, though it didn't really surprise him. "Unless you want frostbite, I'd recommend shoes," he replied, smiling in amusement as she straightened his lapels. "Ready, ma belle"" It was a short walk home from the theater, weather permitting, and the fresh air would do them both good after spending so many hours in the stuffy theater.
She rolled her eyes at him, laughing at his teasing. She was wearing boots today; good protection against the snow and ice on the streets they were about to walk through. "May we take a detour on the way home?" she asked him almost uncertainly. "I should very much like to see the light displays in the darkness, when almost everyone is already gone home."