He has seen the Bourne version, and found himself unexpectedly moved by its themes of being chained to a life that provides you with little freedom or pleasure or other soul-nourishing things, though he does on the whole prefer a slightly more traditional ballet. But he knows Crowley isn't as fond of the trappings and the aesthetic as he is himself, so for Crowley he'll make an exception. (Though it is part of why it was somewhat more difficult to arrange this part.)
"It's a new dance company, only about three years old--Artemis Warehouse. Known for rather unusual productions. This is their biggest and most ambitious show yet, and tomorrow is the night before their formal opening. First performance for supporters, families, and angel investors."
(Though he has in fact begun to learn the pleasures of sleep, sharing a bed with Crowley, he's also used a few stolen hours to sneak into the dreams of an artistic director with a hungry soul and show her a Swan Lake without a prince, without a tragic ending. It won't quite be their version of the story--no two people can ever tell quite the same story, after all, and he thinks he'd feel a bit odd if it were spot-on anyway--but it'll have a similar enough heart.)
"I seem to have been thrown in a briar patch. Oh no. However will I escape."
Date: 2019-11-18 09:39 pm (UTC)He has seen the Bourne version, and found himself unexpectedly moved by its themes of being chained to a life that provides you with little freedom or pleasure or other soul-nourishing things, though he does on the whole prefer a slightly more traditional ballet. But he knows Crowley isn't as fond of the trappings and the aesthetic as he is himself, so for Crowley he'll make an exception. (Though it is part of why it was somewhat more difficult to arrange this part.)
"It's a new dance company, only about three years old--Artemis Warehouse. Known for rather unusual productions. This is their biggest and most ambitious show yet, and tomorrow is the night before their formal opening. First performance for supporters, families, and angel investors."
(Though he has in fact begun to learn the pleasures of sleep, sharing a bed with Crowley, he's also used a few stolen hours to sneak into the dreams of an artistic director with a hungry soul and show her a Swan Lake without a prince, without a tragic ending. It won't quite be their version of the story--no two people can ever tell quite the same story, after all, and he thinks he'd feel a bit odd if it were spot-on anyway--but it'll have a similar enough heart.)