"Oh, make me over. I'm all I want to be."
Apr. 7th, 2018 03:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Who: Cassidy Cohen and Justin Campbell + Caden Drake and Tori Kingston (journal pending) later
What: Changes in the wind...
Where: Broadway, NYC
When: Friday
Standing backstage where the curtains were drawn back, Cassidy watched Justin rehearse a new choreographed routine. He had the little headset with microphone on, running over the chorus of the song as he danced. She could see how hard he was pushing that there was a chance his depression had his another upswing. Or he was deliberately going hard at it because he needed the distraction. She never tried to psychoanalyse him. She knew that - in some freak stroke of luck that she still knew how to dance - once she got the part on Footloose working alongside Justin, it would always be a matter of taking each day as it came. It literally could change by the day, or even the hour. She just rolled with it, learning how to both work with him, and support him at the same time.
When he stopped for a breather, snatching up his drink bottle, she stepped out to greet him. “Well… what do you think?” She smiled and did a little twirl on the spot so he could see the results of what he nudged her to have the courage to do. After close to a week with Ajay, she hadn’t just changed her hair colour and got a few new outfits. She had a complete overhaul makeover befitting of a chick who had scored a break-out Broadway part in a musical. When she had looked at herself in the mirror and saw all of Ajay’s incredible work, she hadn’t been able to believe it was her.
( Her hair was cut shorter than it had ever been, dyed blonde with some light copper highlights... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: Changes in the wind...
Where: Broadway, NYC
When: Friday
Standing backstage where the curtains were drawn back, Cassidy watched Justin rehearse a new choreographed routine. He had the little headset with microphone on, running over the chorus of the song as he danced. She could see how hard he was pushing that there was a chance his depression had his another upswing. Or he was deliberately going hard at it because he needed the distraction. She never tried to psychoanalyse him. She knew that - in some freak stroke of luck that she still knew how to dance - once she got the part on Footloose working alongside Justin, it would always be a matter of taking each day as it came. It literally could change by the day, or even the hour. She just rolled with it, learning how to both work with him, and support him at the same time.
When he stopped for a breather, snatching up his drink bottle, she stepped out to greet him. “Well… what do you think?” She smiled and did a little twirl on the spot so he could see the results of what he nudged her to have the courage to do. After close to a week with Ajay, she hadn’t just changed her hair colour and got a few new outfits. She had a complete overhaul makeover befitting of a chick who had scored a break-out Broadway part in a musical. When she had looked at herself in the mirror and saw all of Ajay’s incredible work, she hadn’t been able to believe it was her.
( Her hair was cut shorter than it had ever been, dyed blonde with some light copper highlights... )
LOG, COMPLETE