Theater is a high art, the appreciation of which is pastime and gathering-place of high nobles and the worthy rich. Theater-folk on the other hand, are lowly sorts, little better than beggars and harlots, and anyone who says otherwise is a fool or possibly one of them, in a patronly sort of way.
Thus is the general consensus of the circles Zuko has moved in from birth, although his mother declares that mostly hogwash and delights in plays for the show itself, rather than the seeing and the being seen. Right now, though, he's beginning to think that there might be something to it...
Meet the cast, they said. Get a feel for how they thought of the play, they said. See if we could give them some feedback, they said...
The actress who has an uncanny and terrifying resemblance to Aang is making the moves on him, and he's not sure if he's a dirty old man or in desperate need of an adult to rescue him, because her voice is still in pixie-range and she's tinier than Ty Lee but she's built just like her and he keeps thinking she's a little brother and she's coming on to me...
He presses back against the wall.
The wall moves.
He tumbles out in front of what remains of the audience, some talking amongst themselves, most heading out to the rest of their fashionable evening.
In that moment he knows that things can, in fact, get worse.
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Nothing Will Ever Be Okay Again
Date: 2009-12-07 06:07 am (UTC)Thus is the general consensus of the circles Zuko has moved in from birth, although his mother declares that mostly hogwash and delights in plays for the show itself, rather than the seeing and the being seen. Right now, though, he's beginning to think that there might be something to it...
Meet the cast, they said. Get a feel for how they thought of the play, they said. See if we could give them some feedback, they said...
The actress who has an uncanny and terrifying resemblance to Aang is making the moves on him, and he's not sure if he's a dirty old man or in desperate need of an adult to rescue him, because her voice is still in pixie-range and she's tinier than Ty Lee but she's built just like her and he keeps thinking she's a little brother and she's coming on to me...
He presses back against the wall.
The wall moves.
He tumbles out in front of what remains of the audience, some talking amongst themselves, most heading out to the rest of their fashionable evening.
In that moment he knows that things can, in fact, get worse.