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FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-07-18 09:58 pm (UTC)annoying year 8 theatre kid weiss just makes sense. annoying theatre kid cinder fall also just makes sense.
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“Oh my G-d, you don’t even sing,” Cinder says emphatically.
Winter regards her with a raised eyebrow, perfectly confident. “No,” she says coolly, agreeably, “but my sister does.” She raises the violin under her elbow, the sheet music in her right hand. “I play violin.”
“So, what, you’re going to provide backup?” Cinder snorts, propping her hands on her hips. She’s learned over the past five years of doing theatre at Emerald’s behest that it makes her look more confident than she actually feels. She’s good at that, the projecting confidence bit. It makes people look her way.
Winter smiles at her in the dim backstage light, all teeth. She used to find the whole awkward crooked smile thing charming, and then she decided she disliked Winter Schnee for reasons mostly out of either of their control, and now it’s just annoying. “I’m auditioning separately.”
“You can act?”
She shrugs. “We’ll see, won’t we?”
“Who convinced you to do this, huh?”
Her smile doesn’t falter. “My sister isn’t old enough to be cast as the lead. She told me I had to at least audition, and, well.” She shrugs. “She’s twelve. Twelve year-olds are persistent.”
Cinder, who hasn’t spoken to another twelve year-old since she was twelve herself, rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I bet.”
The lights on the stage flicker on. Auditions have begun. Winter glances between her and the stage like she’s trying to figure something out, asks: “What part you do you want?”
Cinder shrugs one shoulder — rolls it back, really, and eyes her. “Why do you want to know?”
“If we’re going to be playing romantic partners I’d like to know beforehand,” she says loftily.
“You think they’ll let you do that with a violin?”
It’s not meant to sound like a challenge, but it comes out like one. Winter raises an eyebrow, flashes her that same awkward smug grin. “We’ll have to see, won’t we?”
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winter got points for an unconventional approach to the audition process and ironwood let her play the lead because she might not be able to sing but by g-d is she good at violin and by g-d do her and cinder have insane chemistry. cinder was practically guaranteed the lead role since she's the drama teacher's special little princess