4754 C. E.

Among the traditions that had held on in show business, the Green Room was one of the most persistent.  Nobody knew for sure why the room set aside as an actors’ lounge was called “the Green Room,” and Ariel Sherman had heard of many rooms that weren’t painted or otherwise decorated in green, but there the name was.  And when they had built the original Land of Fantasy Theatre out of the old pleasure house, Ariel had included a Green Room — though it was a touch more open to other people than just the performers in the revue — and insisted it be “correctly” decorated with green walls.  Though she doubted few theatres had ever gone in for expensive draped green satin wallpaper; but, with the seed credit the cyborgs of Videra had to start with, why not splurge a little?

She did the same thing some ten years later, when The Land of Fantasy added a supper club to the front of the theatre building.  Again, walls hung in green satin, gentle holo-abstracts and other artwork, and comfortable furniture provided relaxation for performers preparing to go on before the club’s patrons.  And, as the club’s first performer — a change from starring in the main revue for so long — there Ariel was, breaking in the room … with a nasty case of stage nerves.  Why in hell do I put myself through this? she wondered in her mind as she dragged hard on her cigarette holder.  Years of performing six nights a week, multiple interview appearances on the ‘screen, even two virt-vids to my credit by now, and I still get stage fright before an opening.

Several other people were enjoying the room’s comforts, including her pianist for the evening, an organic in a dark evening suit.  He smiled and shook his head at Ariel, and said, “Truly, relax, Lady Ariel.  I’ve never known or heard of a time when you didn’t please the crowd.  You’re going to be just as good tonight as you’ve ever been.”

Ariel sighed and bent down to knock the ash off her cigarette.  “You’re probably right, Logan; I know.  Call it … call it a tradition of mine.  My sister can tell you I was asking her every ten minutes on the opening night for the original revue if we were gonna be successful or not.  I can still get jumpy before going in front of a camera, even after some ten standard years.”

Logan shrugged.  “Just think of it this way; you’re going to sing for your family instead of a big audience.  The family is just ten or twenty times larger than your family usually is.”

She snorted softly as she raised her cigarette back to her lips, and smiled in appreciation while taking a last puff.  “That doesn’t help much … but thanks for the thought.  I’ll make it through, I know; after all, I always have before.  Thousands of performers, especially singers, have over the years, too; even worse cases than mine.”  She ground out the cigarette in the ashtray and ejected it from her holder; laying the holder on the coffee table, she turned around to retrieve the heavy fur stole she had laid aside on entering the room, “blinking” up the digital in her interface for the time.  “Well, the clock in my head says we need to get out there; so let’s go.”

“Break a leg, lady,” Logan smiled, maintaining another tradition of The Biz, and pushed up to follow Ariel, flexing his fingers to warm them up as he came on.


The details:

  • Head: Akeruka Elen 2.5 Bento
  • Body and feet: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Eyes: NeurolaB Inc. Cyber Eyes EX-5 (Laser) 1.0.9
  • Hair: Truth Hair Fynn (no headband) (hand-dyed)
  • Gown: Asteria Princess Maria (Navy) (STANDARD SIZING ONLY)
  • Shoes: KC Couture Halia
  • Accessories: L’Emporio Long Bento Gloves; Zuri Rayna Dahlia suite (necklace, earrings); Majesty Boa Stole (Off White)
  • Eyeshadow: Booty’s Beauty Mystic
  • Lipstick: Booty’s Beauty Fabulosa Hell

Photographed on my property.
Set: Z. O. E. Starlight Room skybox; Grimes Central Design grand piano.

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