[ And, it's a wrap. Production's been hugely successful, a well-known ballet returning with a keen awareness of its own former glory and the production's been praised more than once, though the reviewers haven't really paid any particular attention to the part that belongs to Ed and his crew which is just as well. In certain productions, the light's a main character, a part of the setting to the same degree as the humans drifting through it but in this case, they're mostly background, there to light up something or someone else and allow it to shine. It's fine. Light's a lot of things and Ed's around for all of them, always has been.
For now, they're packing up their equipment at one in the morning while the party's still going inside the theatre. Ed's hanging around on the stairs near the back entrance, watching his guys do what they're paid to do while he smokes his third cig of the night. He needs to speak to the artistic director before he leaves and is currently waiting for the man to message him - hopefully, he's not so busy getting high or whatnot that he forgets.
Ed frowns and blows out a smoke ring. He missed the performance tonight but has seen two throughout the run. It's a nice ballet. Long. Very sad. The theme about missing your chances at happiness, of being too afraid, has sort of made him less inclined towards it; it makes him feel restless in his chair, like he'd rather be elsewhere.
She left the love of her life because he didn't deserve someone as foul as her.
Yeah, Ed absolutely hates that idea.
He shakes his head at Ivan when he asks a question - no, none of this is for storage, next stop is Rotterdam and everything's going - and leans back against the wall. ]
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For now, they're packing up their equipment at one in the morning while the party's still going inside the theatre. Ed's hanging around on the stairs near the back entrance, watching his guys do what they're paid to do while he smokes his third cig of the night. He needs to speak to the artistic director before he leaves and is currently waiting for the man to message him - hopefully, he's not so busy getting high or whatnot that he forgets.
Ed frowns and blows out a smoke ring. He missed the performance tonight but has seen two throughout the run. It's a nice ballet. Long. Very sad. The theme about missing your chances at happiness, of being too afraid, has sort of made him less inclined towards it; it makes him feel restless in his chair, like he'd rather be elsewhere.
She left the love of her life because he didn't deserve someone as foul as her.
Yeah, Ed absolutely hates that idea.
He shakes his head at Ivan when he asks a question - no, none of this is for storage, next stop is Rotterdam and everything's going - and leans back against the wall. ]