bull in bronze :: D4m interview
Sept 29, 2021 18:15:12 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2021 18:15:12 GMT -5
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"Hey, Nixie-" talk about a plot twist, "you know Fernwood?"
Here I was planning for old Flickwick, do you think he finally made it to the glittery gates? I'm double checking the itinerary in line, trying my hardest to ignore the itch that would mess up my make up again. Sailor's one eye-rub away from sending me back to the districts and Fisher's not helping me out here, shuffling with anticipation every time the crowd claps to Risky with Nylon, with Bastian, with Liza- you get it.
Of course, Nixie knows Fernwood, any career with any media coverage class would teach you about the Hollywood era. Risky Pope's flashy with veneers brighter than Caesar's, but I know Fernwood -- my first thought is that's a reporter. That's a woman who knows when she's being lied right to her face and I wonder, like I usually do, I wonder just what she's going to ask me about.
Bastian gets asked on relationship advice.
Iden gets asked about his brother.
Hendrix might just be a step past that. I keep my ear open as she interviews Nixie, left ear to the stage, right ear on the D5's. Gavin and Cecily - she was on the betting board, you bet I'm keeping her in earshot. After my interview, I'm hanging behind that curtain with a goddamn notepad if I have to.
It's a blood rush when I hear the shuffling before my partner's interview is over; hope that doesn't change my mind on her.
"4 MALE." the backstage announcer booms over our heads, a flutter shock in my heart, shit. Shit, shit, shit - I'm fidgeting with my skirt as they call the last career, and that's fucking me. I grin to Cecily like how I imagine the devil fakes it, a smile with two canine's and a wave goodbye, "don't forget to break a leg, babe."
Do me that favor.
🤘 🤘
The first step on stage feels like it starts a dance, both hands on my chest as I think about my breathing and stare into the crowd - "WHEW!"
I think this is the moment this thing starts in my mind. The reverb of ANARCHY MER! bouncing off the auditorium ceiling and I can't open my eyes wide enough -- what a grand entrance. The 6th career takes his place on stage and I raise my hands to the crowd in the form of bullhorns, Fisher waddling on stage behind me in his own matching outfit.
The question here is: how do I sell myself best?
I'm nothing if not eager.
I cross the stage to the late Mrs. Fernwood, blowing the reporter a kiss before I greet her with a little black box. Small enough to stuff into a pocket, light enough to be a single cigar; I wink with a smile, my back to the crowd as if we're apart of the same inside joke.
"If Annie taught me anything, it'd be that you never meet someone empty handed," taking the guitar off to sit as quietly as I can, "Anarchy Mer, it's great to see you guys tonight!" Anyone who's watched this can agree: those capitolites clap at just about anything. I could piss on this stage and I think they'd have me trending on Tribsit by tomorrow. Maybe I'll keep that in mind.
Only if I don't do better than Bastian.
Judging by the whistles from when I gave Fernwood the gift, I think I may be just fine.
[ table credit: lucius branwen / 10 — fox | thread for: gamemaker kelsier ]
( anarchy brings you a gift! open it? )
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( anarchy brings you a gift! open it? )
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