 Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
Heath returned Fiona and Claudine’s smiles with a small one of his own - and a smile for Morgan too, because it would be weird to smile at everyone at the table but him! So should he say something else or…? He nervously ran a hand through his long dark hair. Sorry, everyone! He was trying, but he really was not good at small talk. Not that it mattered much anyway. Professor Kitridge began the lesson before he could think of anything to say.
He listened intently, half-expecting the professor to start assigning roles for whatever play went with those costumes, but that didn’t happen. Blink, blink. Well, this lesson went in a completely different direction than expected! Heath wasn’t sure whether to be confused or intrigued. So they weren’t doing a play? Or maybe they weren’t just performing a play but writing one too? That would explain the lack of assigned roles if everyone got to pick their own character. Heath wasn’t willing to give up hope on a play just yet, so he was going to guess that’s what was happening unless he heard otherwise. Now there was just the question of what kind of character did he want to play?
Heath perused the clothing options at the back of the room. Slurping sarlaccs, this was weird! He was no stranger to wearing costumes, but usually it was a matter of someone from wardrobe telling him, “you wear this outfit in that scene.” The only time he got to pick his own was on Halloween. He wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted, but he knew what he didn’t like - bright colors and loud, gaudy patterns that attracted too much attention. After some careful consideration, he chose a loose-fitting white button-down shirt, black pants, boots, and a long black coat. He finished off the outfit with a loosely knotted black tie and black hat. There - not boring, but not too showy either, and best of all, it was versatile enough to fit a variety of character types! He could play the romantic lead, the bad guy, the mysterious stranger… so many possibilities!
Already getting into character, Heath returned to his seat. He doffed his hat to his tablemates, tucking it under one arm as he sat down. A gentleman should always remove his hat at the table, and besides, he wouldn’t want to block the view of anyone who happened to be sitting at a table behind him.
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |