Lafayette couldn't believe it.
Here he was, a young rap artist, stepping into the century's "greatest city in the world"; the center of the world's melting pot, simply oozing with such rich culture and different heritages.
And he was going to perform for so many of them.
But before that, he was going to let a couple of people entertain him instead.
Stepping into the lobby of the new Broadway production of Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 (the gorgeous red-carpeted floors and lavish Russian-printed ceilings intrigued him greatly), he grabbed a fizzy cocktail glass from a passing waitress's tray.
The drink mirrored his bubbling excitement.
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Another day of performing.
Another day in the ensemble.
Or so she thought before Ms. Brittain Ashford called in sick before the day's first performance.
Oh, how she loved the sweet woman, but now? Really? Yet another hassle for the week.
She adjusted the straps of her dress, clicking her tongue before turning to the side only to see a Mr. Josh Groban holding up his phone ten minutes before the show began.
"Oh, really?" Peggy laughed, placing her hands on her hips with a questioning yet playful grin. "Well, hello!" she called, flipping her hair. Her smile portrayed happiness and confidence, although she most definitely wasn't feeling like that.
This was the first time she had played Sonya Rostova in the show. As a swing, she obviously knew all the parts, the lines; but she was used to playing Marya. Marya: strong, commanding, fierce. Not Sonya, the usually overlooked and quietly protective best friend.
But, she had much in common with the Russ, so apparently she had nothing to worry about.
Worry couldn't be helped.
The two had much in common: they wore their hair in ponytails, they had accents (Peggy had a mild transatlantic accent), and they both wanted a certain amount of attention posed on them, even if those amounts were drastically different.
But they wouldn't find that out tonight.
Not yet.
