Misc. AU The Red Shoes- Overture
Title: The Red Shoes
Prelude: The Overture- Shhh/Peaceful by Miles Davis
Fandom: Misc. AU
Characters: Kenshin, Saitou, Catherine
Summary: Misc. AU. An AU tale of the Road Rage universe. The beginning tones are all at once ominous and full of hope.
A/N: Severely Aquatinted.
"And you're sure she'll say yes," Kenshin asked pointedly.
Saitou nodded, eyes shut and hand over his chin. "She'll do it."
The writer seemed unable to believe it. He shook his head and said, "With our current budgets, and cast?"
"Yes." Saitou voice was solid in its certainty.
"Without being able to hold any auditions whatever for additional cast?"
"Yes."
Kenshin blinked and asked the inevitable. "How?"
"Because you are going to convince her that it's what she needs to be doing right now." Saitou grinned and added, "Because it's what this theater needs."
****
Catherine Bloom knew the writer wasn't kidding as he explained the project with gusto. She shook her head a bit and knit her brow in thought. And then, without any warning, she nodded her head.
"Okay."
"And the beauty is-" He stopped and blinked at her. "What?"
"I'll do it, Kenshin." She grinned, though it was a melancholy one. "I just have one question for you."
"Shoot." He beamed and it reminded her of her ex-husband, overly optimistic even in uncertainty, or perhaps because of it.
"Are you willing to make musical adjustments depending on what we have to work with?"
"What do you mean?"
Catherine chuckled. "I mean I know bits of the current cast, and from my knowledge there are not many trained ballet dancers in the troupe. However, there are some jazz dancers, and some capable of tap, or even modern movement. Those styles may call for a shift in the musical presentation."
Kenshin nodded, obviously excited. "Of course! Anything you need."
She nodded. "Right, then. I'll meet with Saitou and get a date for auditions started."
"Great!"
Catherine took a deep breath. She wasn't what she was getting in to, but it was a sight better than teaching five-year-olds and senior citizens dance lessons and the community rec center.
****
The Road Rage was empty and Catherine stood before the stage.
There was a small amount of reverence she held for silent theaters. It was a bit like being in an empty church. There were powers at work there, spirits, gods, and muses quietly breathing out all that would ever be needed for a performance to work. It was all there ready to happen. All they required was that the cast and crew be open to the whispers of inspiration.
She shut her eyes and remembered the last time she had been on that stage. There was glory and a crushing amount of pain. The pain was physical as well as mental, and the scars of both were easy to see about her as she clutched the handle of her cane tightly.
The door behind her creaked open and she turned around. Saitou was standing there smoking in clear defiance of theater rules.
"Well," he asked.
"Let's get started."
Prelude: The Overture- Shhh/Peaceful by Miles Davis
Fandom: Misc. AU
Characters: Kenshin, Saitou, Catherine
Summary: Misc. AU. An AU tale of the Road Rage universe. The beginning tones are all at once ominous and full of hope.
A/N: Severely Aquatinted.
"And you're sure she'll say yes," Kenshin asked pointedly.
Saitou nodded, eyes shut and hand over his chin. "She'll do it."
The writer seemed unable to believe it. He shook his head and said, "With our current budgets, and cast?"
"Yes." Saitou voice was solid in its certainty.
"Without being able to hold any auditions whatever for additional cast?"
"Yes."
Kenshin blinked and asked the inevitable. "How?"
"Because you are going to convince her that it's what she needs to be doing right now." Saitou grinned and added, "Because it's what this theater needs."
****
Catherine Bloom knew the writer wasn't kidding as he explained the project with gusto. She shook her head a bit and knit her brow in thought. And then, without any warning, she nodded her head.
"Okay."
"And the beauty is-" He stopped and blinked at her. "What?"
"I'll do it, Kenshin." She grinned, though it was a melancholy one. "I just have one question for you."
"Shoot." He beamed and it reminded her of her ex-husband, overly optimistic even in uncertainty, or perhaps because of it.
"Are you willing to make musical adjustments depending on what we have to work with?"
"What do you mean?"
Catherine chuckled. "I mean I know bits of the current cast, and from my knowledge there are not many trained ballet dancers in the troupe. However, there are some jazz dancers, and some capable of tap, or even modern movement. Those styles may call for a shift in the musical presentation."
Kenshin nodded, obviously excited. "Of course! Anything you need."
She nodded. "Right, then. I'll meet with Saitou and get a date for auditions started."
"Great!"
Catherine took a deep breath. She wasn't what she was getting in to, but it was a sight better than teaching five-year-olds and senior citizens dance lessons and the community rec center.
****
The Road Rage was empty and Catherine stood before the stage.
There was a small amount of reverence she held for silent theaters. It was a bit like being in an empty church. There were powers at work there, spirits, gods, and muses quietly breathing out all that would ever be needed for a performance to work. It was all there ready to happen. All they required was that the cast and crew be open to the whispers of inspiration.
She shut her eyes and remembered the last time she had been on that stage. There was glory and a crushing amount of pain. The pain was physical as well as mental, and the scars of both were easy to see about her as she clutched the handle of her cane tightly.
The door behind her creaked open and she turned around. Saitou was standing there smoking in clear defiance of theater rules.
"Well," he asked.
"Let's get started."