Silverquill was in a state of hustle and bustle in the late evening as the sun began to drop beneath the horizon. Of course, none could see the sun unless they were in the lobby, where the windows stood tall and rather grandly, stained with the faces of comedy and woe.
Most were rushing backstage and pushing around props in preparation for one of many rehearsals. Actors were doing many voice exercises backstage, though many did not seed to, and those in charge of lighting were aiming down at the center.
Below the stage, standing in front of the many stage seating that would be full in several weeks, was an unnaturally tall and thin man in a suit. The paleness of his skin seemed painted into the shape of a skull, with his lower jaw and hairline painted a solid black. He had a thick head of blonde hair that was gelled to the side, falling slightly over one of his faintly glowing eyes. He was known as Jason, the director of the current play rehearsal.
"Come now, come now! In your places!" he chanted, snapping his fingers with haste.
Most were rushing backstage and pushing around props in preparation for one of many rehearsals. Actors were doing many voice exercises backstage, though many did not seed to, and those in charge of lighting were aiming down at the center.
Below the stage, standing in front of the many stage seating that would be full in several weeks, was an unnaturally tall and thin man in a suit. The paleness of his skin seemed painted into the shape of a skull, with his lower jaw and hairline painted a solid black. He had a thick head of blonde hair that was gelled to the side, falling slightly over one of his faintly glowing eyes. He was known as Jason, the director of the current play rehearsal.
"Come now, come now! In your places!" he chanted, snapping his fingers with haste.