 not throwing away my shot | Slytherpuff | roll for initiative | woof you ❤
Oliver was wearing what he usually did while he painted; jeans and a plain t-shirt. Today's was white with a logo from a previous show from the very same theater they were volunteering at today. Both shirt and jeans were of course dotted with paint. As an artist, many items of clothes he owned were dotted with paint. Today it was particularly fitting, because they were going to be painting. There was no use wearing clean clothes when they were probably just going to get paint on them anyway.
He was well versed in backstage set painting. He had been volunteering at this theater for a few years now. They knew him and trusted his work and generally left him to his own devices once he was informed about the specific projects for the show. This show was particularly special because Alexei and Elena had been cast as ensemble members. Both of them had been cast, luckily. When they'd auditioned he'd briefly worried what would happen if only one of them had gotten cast but luckily they hadn't had to cross that bridge. The cast was encouraged to get experience in all aspects of theater, including set design, so Oliver brought them along with him for his regular volunteering. They'd come with him before, so that part wouldn't really be new, but doing it as part of a cast would be. And this time Dragomir had come along as well, which always overjoyed Oliver of course.
"We're doing some texture," he said with a smile as he brought paint supplies over to his husband. He'd had a brief conversation with the lead set designer and was given the task of painting a stone wall, which was always fun. The twins, along with a few other younger cast members, were assigned a simpler solid color background panel to paint. Oliver plopped down on the ground and peered at two very similar color grays. "Which one do you think is a better stone?"
Elena wanted to daaaance. She'd come with her hair in pigtails, wearing a twirly pink dress. Her dad had told her it maybe wasn't the best choice for painting, but had ultimately let her make her own decision about what she wanted to wear. She didn't care that it wasn't a good dress for painting, it was a good dress for twirling. She had done several twirls that morning, and several more upon arrival at the theater. She was enjoying rehearsals and getting to dance, and she wanted to do more of that. Except that wasn't what they were doing today. They were painting today. It wasn't that she didn't like painting, she did, but today she would much rather dance than do work. Even if that work was painting it was still technically work. She'd tried to do some more twirling while they were being given instructions, and the lady in charge had just told her they were there to paint and put a paintbrush in her hand. Her paintbrush still didn't have any paint on it and she was seated on the ground next to her twin, her legs straight out in front of her as she practiced touching her toes. |