Behind the curtain were a pair of tables with tarps hastily thrown over them--one a worktable, the other used for sewing and costume design. An electric keyboard and piano bench were in the corner, next to a small end table covered in papers. To stage left was the dressing room, or what had once been a dressing room. Music Meister had knocked the wall down and expanded it into a bedroom, and while its walls were painted the structure itself was a little crude.
The door was shut and Music Meister himself was not in evidence. Can't be seen in ragged jeans and a band shirt, must be appropriately dressed. "I'm almost ready to begin, just let me get myself in order."
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Date: 2012-09-27 05:21 pm (UTC)The door was shut and Music Meister himself was not in evidence. Can't be seen in ragged jeans and a band shirt, must be appropriately dressed. "I'm almost ready to begin, just let me get myself in order."