(There's only one miracle unfolding at the Ritz, but it's not exactly a small one. The pianist finally finds she has the courage to ask the adorable waitress if she'd like to have lunch sometime, and is overjoyed to know her answer is a delighted yes. Six months from now the waitress will propose to her in the middle of dinner hours; video of it will go briefly viral and mostly be tagged with #relationshipgoals.)
The theatre that currently plays host to the Artemis Warehouse dance company is a smallish brownish building, one of those blocky 1970s affairs that was probably supposed to look serious and efficient when it was built and now seems a touch out of place. Still, it's not nearly as forbidding as most buildings like it, and the space inside is vibrant. A backlit poster reading SWAN LAKE: A NEW BALLET shows a watercolor sketch of two women, one in a white gown and one in a black gown, leaning towards one another for an embrace. The same image is printed on the front of the playbills; Aziraphale makes a note to contact the artist and see if they'll sell him the original.
This being a performance for supporters and investors, several of the main creative personalities of the company have come out to the lobby to greet and thank their first audience. Though Aziraphale keeps his arm around Crowley's waist, he glances towards one of the people doing the greeting, a short woman in a black suit with a white feather boa.
"I don't suppose you'd indulge me for a moment, in showing you off to the artistic director?" he murmurs, sweetly.
switching back to prose because dialogue!
The theatre that currently plays host to the Artemis Warehouse dance company is a smallish brownish building, one of those blocky 1970s affairs that was probably supposed to look serious and efficient when it was built and now seems a touch out of place. Still, it's not nearly as forbidding as most buildings like it, and the space inside is vibrant. A backlit poster reading SWAN LAKE: A NEW BALLET shows a watercolor sketch of two women, one in a white gown and one in a black gown, leaning towards one another for an embrace. The same image is printed on the front of the playbills; Aziraphale makes a note to contact the artist and see if they'll sell him the original.
This being a performance for supporters and investors, several of the main creative personalities of the company have come out to the lobby to greet and thank their first audience. Though Aziraphale keeps his arm around Crowley's waist, he glances towards one of the people doing the greeting, a short woman in a black suit with a white feather boa.
"I don't suppose you'd indulge me for a moment, in showing you off to the artistic director?" he murmurs, sweetly.