@all-cf-me ( seth x celeste )
If there was one thing Celeste could truly appreciate about The Bearded Lady, it was its owner, Seth. He had an almost instinctual understanding of her craft—just as much, if not more, than she did. She never had to worry about being labeled a diva when she made a request or voiced a complaint. Seth always seemed to get it right on the first try, or if not, he was the one ensuring the team scrambled to fix anything, from getting her a fresh cosmopolitan to adjusting the stage lighting until it was perfect. She couldn't say Seth treated her like a princess, but when she walked in, she certainly felt like royalty—or at the very least, deeply respected. Her presence always drew a crowd, and they reciprocated the love, allowing her to flourish without needing to force it. They adored her, and she was more than happy to return that appreciation.
Tonight, as Celeste entered the nightclub the night before her performance, a wave of thoughts from the employees hit her. Most of them were centered around complications with her set-up the previous evening. "This is weird. Who’s idea was this?" one of them thought. “This is nearly impossible to do… I don’t think it can get done,” came another. The uncertainty in their minds made her uneasy, the whispers of their doubts gnawing at her, even though she knew she could push through it.
Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for Seth, and she heard him before she saw him—his mind a constant hum of calm authority amidst the chaos. With her heart steadying, she strolled over to him, offering a smile that could melt the coldest of atmospheres. “Seth,” she called, her voice warm and casual. “I was just in the area,” she lied smoothly, “and thought I’d stop by. How’s everything going?”