the importance of being price.

price. 22/non-binary/boston. big aspirations in show business. this is an rp blog.

[priceyness]

[[ this blog is on a semi-permanent hiatus. ]]

[annvboleyn]

and all that jazz; a collection from musicals set in the 1920’s and the 1930’s

1. overture/all that jazz - chicago // 2. anything goes - anything goes // 3. you’re never fully dressed without a smile - annie // 4. all i do is dream of you - singing in the rain // 5. picture show - bonnie & clyde // 6. let’s call the whole thing off - nice work if you can get it // 7. roxie - chicago // 8. good morning - singing in the rain // 9. overture - nice work if you can get it // 10. blow, gabriel, blow - anything goes // 11. the nutty cracker suite - thoroughly modern millie // 12. how ‘bout a dance - bonnie & clyde // 13. cabaret - cabaret // 14. thoroughly modern millie - thoroughly modern millie // 15. maybe this time - cabaret // 16. easy street - annie

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[priceyness]

“...When you get a great job opportunity overseas but your girlfriend is due to give birth pretty soon.”

“Well. Shit.”

[aaronbxrr]

[[ okay announcement time: i’m leaving for a trip tomorrow and will likely be inactive here for the next few days (i should be back on thursday)

i’ll continue the threads when i get back. ]]

[nancyharrodduncan-blog]

“Coming, dearest!” Nancy chuckled, slowly getting to her feet and going to help get everything laid out. s nice enough, the food good and the conversation as pleasant as ever. It was hard not to be happy in their father’s presence. 

When dinner was finished, Nancy jumped to take care of clearing the table, “I’ll take care of the dishes, it’s the least I can do.” 

[priceyness]

Price leaned back on their chair, full of food and ready to take it easy for a moment, when they heard Nancy’s words. Price made a little uncomfortable grunt and pulled themselves up standing. “Yeaah, I’ll help.” 

As their father and brother had left the room, Price took a step closer to Nancy and ran their fingers along her waist, smiling a bit: “’It’s the least I can do’ - you know what being a guest means, right?” Price was just teasing - they knew perfectly well that the active Nancy couldn't just sit there and let the others do all the work, whether she was pregnant or not. Sometimes they wondered what she had been like back in the 19th century.

[tierdropp]

[nancyharrodduncan-blog]

The redhead nodded, grinning from ear to ear. Price’s father was a gift to mankind in her eyes, especially after this evening. “Thank you, it really does mean so much. This wasn’t expected but I know we can handle it. Honestly, compared to my circumstances last time, this is all a dream. Price is….so good to me. I mean..we’re how we are,” they bickered and pressed each other’s buttons like no one else, but when it came down to it, they’d do anything for each other, “but I really wouldn’t want to be doing this with anyone else. I love them a lot.”

She chuckled, resting a hand on her stomach, “And our third of course!”

[priceyness]

Price rested their palms on the kitchen counter, listening to - well, eavesdropping, really - Nancy’s voice. Her words made their chest swell with pride, and joy, and - all kinds of indistinguishable warm feelings that pulled their mouth into a wide smile. As Price’s eyes began to feel damp, they wiped them quickly and pushed the chopping board away, talking to no one in particular: “Damn onions...”

They turned around and walked back to the doorway. “Hey. I think the dinner’s ready.”

[keturahthedemonofthunder-deacti]

*She looked back at the sign on the front of the door.* I probably wasn’t looking at that, either way… It looks like it could need some work on it. Especially if every part of the building is like this. My name’s- *She sort of held out her hand before putting it back in her back pocket.* -Keturah. I may seem quite strange to you. Or worse, but yes, I would look for something to do here.

[priceyness]

[Price wasn't quite fast enough to be able to shake her hand, and ended up just giving her a small wave.] Keturah, huh? That’s a cool name. Is it biblical or something? And oh, right - I’m called Price. [They stood thinking for a moment, trying to decide if she looked too strange to be employed. The company wasn’t some charity workshop.] Okay, then! We’re not really hiring at the moment, but, um, how about you tell something about yourself-- Actually, we could sit down right there. [They gestured at the pair of shabby armchairs in the corner.]

[milkbready]

s/o to every trans kid who has to walk across the stage to a name that isn’t theirs at graduation

[itscolossal]

The Fourth Wall: A Rare View of Famous European Theater Auditoriums Photographed from the Stage

[keturahthedemonofthunder-deacti]

I know but I need a lot of answers, and a lot of help. I’m not a tourist, I don’t know what exactly I am. So how did I even end up in here? Show me where it says “Staff only ”. Why do only you get in here? *She pulled her jacket off, looking over to them skeptically.* You know, I should work here. Are you the boss or something like that?

[priceyness]

It should say “Staff only” on the door. [Price sighed and rubbed their forehead.] Not that I’m surprised if it doesn’t. This whole building is an unorganized mess. [Price lowered their hand. Oh great. The stranger sounded like she was a job applicant - if a bit odd one.] Yeah, I’m the boss... sort of. An assistant manager. Sort of. [They crossed their arms.] What’s your name?

[priceyness]

and then do it all with a goddamn smile | agathe mougin as price

[keturahthedemonofthunder-deacti]

I think I am lost here. Can you tell me where I am or what I am doing? I’m just trying to find where I am. What are you doing? Did it interrupt you somehow? *She was about to button her jacket back up when she noticed them talking to her.* I’m really sorry. I don’t work here. Do you work here? I know I am just in this city.

[priceyness]

Woah, hey, that’s a lot of questions, wait up a second. [Price replied with a sarcastic tint to their voice, before they got more serious.] Are you lost or something? A tourist? Don’t worry, we’ve all been there. I moved here just last winter. [Price took a tentative step towards the other person.] So, yeah, you’re in our theater. I do work here, this is actually the backstage. Staff only, you know.

[nancyharrodduncan-blog]

It was a bit of a relief, actually, that they were so okay with the baby getting her name. It was already hyphenated, so figuring out what to do would have been a little tiresome.

She grinned at Price, returning the ink before looking to his father. She did her best to answer all his questions, assuring him that her parents were thrilled and only lived about twenty minutes away, and that they were as excited to be grandparents as they could be. She smiled gratefully, but gave a slight shake of her head, “We haven’t talked about it, to be honest. I know I want to stay at my job because it offers great medical coverage, so my insurance will cover all my pregnancy expenses. After that..I don’t know. We’d have to talk about it. New York is so expensive..”

[priceyness]

Price washed their hands under the tap before checking the pasta. They listened with one ear the conversation continuing in the living room.

“Ah. I see. Of course.” Price’s father smiled at Nancy understandingly, if downhearted. He tried to mask his disappointment by spreading his arms and replying: “Well, it seems you have a very sensible approach to this, eh? That’s good, that’s good. That’s how it needs to be done.” The older man nodded. “But if you need to find a new place - a bigger place, when the baby is born and growing up - all you need to do is ask, and I’ll help you out, monetarily or otherwise. Consider it a not-wedding gift from me to you two. Or you three!” He chuckled. 

Price rolled their eyes good-naturedly in the kitchen, but didn’t turn around.

[priceyness]

keturahthedemonofthunder said:

*She was just wandering around in the strange town, her hair tucked between her shoulders and she opened the door to the theater, looking around the inside of it. No one was there, so she went into another door where people were working.*

[Price had just finished having a constructive conversation with the master electrician - which mainly meant that they had spent about 15 minutes arguing about the budget. Now that Price was alone in the room, they growled in frustration - before they noticed someone standing behind them. They turned around to face her.] Oh, hi. [Price frowned.] Sorry, do you work here? I don’t remember seeing you before.

[suivantlavie]

[motherhenna]

me, holding my newborn child: what are its stats??