~SnK/AoT Modern AU
~This story is set many years after the events that took place in the manga and anime. Hange Zoe is a quirky professor who adores horror stories. Erd Gin is the principal oboist in a popular orchestra. Eren Yeager and his foster s...
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Most of the performers, especially the new recruits, were nervous. The memorial would begin at exactly three hours. Other than that, they were all relying on the fact that the police and the newly hired security guards could keep them safe from the supposed Soloist Murderer.
Nile Dawk, the artistic director of the theatre, dressed in dark formal attire, glanced irritably at his wristwatch for the third time. His eyebrows furrowed, his teeth gritted in suppressed anger. He began tapping a foot when the Prima of the stage, Sina Pavlova, in her flowing white princess costume, suddenly spoke up with her thick Russian accent.
"You can't really trust beginners with big roles, Nile." Sina said, who began fanning herself. "After this, you must punish Bodt for her awful tardiness."
Nile crossed his arms but, said nothing in reply. Sina rolled her eyes. "Even the Concertmaster, and her beau, are not even here, yet. We can't start rehearsals without them!"
She's right,... thought Dot Pixis. Ral was always early, even during rehearsals. She was never this late before,...
A platinum blonde - haired Russian with silver eyes crossed her arms, regarding all the people around her with complete disdain. She narrowed her eyes. This would be the last time she would accept invitations in this country. The people here are always late!
And just when she was about to barrage Dot Pixis with complaints, the door of the rehearsal studio opened, and in strode Marsha Bodt ( who was already in her White Swan costume ), Jean Kirschtein ( who was already wearing his Prince outfit ), and Connie Springer ( who, fortunately, thank the heavens, was not wearing heavy clown makeup, but a decent set of town - folk attire ). All three of them were wearing very solemn and serious facial expressions, like they were going out on an expedition outside the walls instead of dancing gracefully.
Sina crossed her arms and looked on the three of them, her chin arrogantly tilted. "You are late, lady! What makes you think you can just barge in here without an excuse? Already feeling professional, eh? And you, Kirschtein, don't you even dare make a single mistake later with our pas de deux and I'll have you fired immediately! And you, Springer, what are you even doing here in costume?! You are not part of the memorial - hey - !"
"Shut the hell up, Pavlova! This is urgent." Connie hissed, walking past her like she's just someone giving out flyers.
"The fuck I care,..." said Jean more to himself than to Sina. "Fire me if you want, whatever,..."
"Please, start with the rehearsals, Nile." requested Marsha, bravely facing the grumpy artistic director. "We just want a word with Master Pixis."
Nile couldn't do anything but keep his patience intact. "Warm up, Bodt. Make it thirty." he said through gritted teeth. "Mistakes are unacceptable."
"Yes, sir. Thank you." she said.
Pixis stared at the three of them as they came closer to him. He calmly smiled. "What can I do for you, cherie?"
