emmett.
It had been a year since Emmett had arrived in New York at first awestruck by it all he has only been here once but they didn’t get much time to explore as it was more of a rescue mission but now He was there permanently, he worked on costumes helped with the set and really was the director right hand of course in more ways then one.
He was helping one of the cast members with their costumes a younger man. He held pins in his mouth as his hiked up the shorter male’s pants. “Hold up, hun. You’re almost perfect just don’t wiggle to much.” He advised looking up at him. “What was your name?” He asked him.
He made it! Finally made it! The Palace Theatre was abuzz with the oncoming production’s rush for costume changes, last minute lighting redesign and rehearsal after rehearsal until he was sure he wasn’t going to ever stop singing. Not even in his sleep. Today, it was his job to just stand in his dressing room while his costumes were fitted, hemmed and probably had the same done to them repeatedly until they were just right. Boy, he was failing at it.
“I’m trying. Sorry. I regret all the coffee I had this morning and afternoon,” Blaine replied softly with an apologetic wince that turned into a set of wide eyes and waving hands. You know? The brand of ‘oops’ that made him do exactly what Emmett was asking him not to. Wiggle. “I didn’t mean I have to go to the bathroom. I just feel like I might dangle from the ceiling in ten minutes if I keep still.” He was already excited to be trying on the costumes he’d wear on the set of the first show that wasn’t at NYADA. Or an Off-Off Broadway production in a backalley mess of a theatre. Dosing himself with enough caffeine to kill a horse was unnecessary but habits.
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