Mina is preparing for the recital: her hair and make-up are complete and there's little to do but wait for curtain in her dressing room. Her publicist was flapping in the way she always tended to, driving Mina quietly insane.
"Carolyn, please: why don't you go and see if there's anyone interesting in house tonight?"
It's a veiled attempt at some peace and quiet and it's thankfully taken up. When the woman returns, it's time for curtain and Mina takes the guiding arm to head up to the stage. Half-way there, though, she stops, catching the faintest whiff of a familiar scent. She frowns, and shakes it off, heading onto the stage to a thunder of applause.
After a gracious bow, she sits down in front of the piano and begins to play. Her fingers dance over the keys with grace and feeling and she ponders that scent. It's not one she's caught in lifetimes, which is odd. An old-fashioned men's cologne with an undertone of something impossible....
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Date: 2009-04-24 01:41 am (UTC)"Carolyn, please: why don't you go and see if there's anyone interesting in house tonight?"
It's a veiled attempt at some peace and quiet and it's thankfully taken up. When the woman returns, it's time for curtain and Mina takes the guiding arm to head up to the stage. Half-way there, though, she stops, catching the faintest whiff of a familiar scent. She frowns, and shakes it off, heading onto the stage to a thunder of applause.
After a gracious bow, she sits down in front of the piano and begins to play. Her fingers dance over the keys with grace and feeling and she ponders that scent. It's not one she's caught in lifetimes, which is odd. An old-fashioned men's cologne with an undertone of something impossible....