Nutcracker

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With a hair tie in your mouth, you twisted your hair in your hands and put it in a bun. Taking out the hair tie from your mouth, you put it around the bun and grabbed some bobby pins from your bag. By this point, all of this could be done with your eyes closed. The pins were put in facing away from the bun but you turned them in so your bun would be tighter and more secure. After the bobby pins was your hairnet. You wrapped it around your bun in order to give it a cleaner look. The chances of it falling out were slim and it looked neat. The only thing left to do was to smooth all the small fly aways that you had.

All the other girls in the dressing room were doing the same as you. Today's tech rehearsal was going to be a dress rehearsal. Everyone who wasn't in The Nutcracker had gone home. You were still here and you didn't show up until the second act. Then when you did show up, you performed an extremely difficult piece. It was an honor so as tired as you were, you told yourself not to complain about it. This is an experience you have gone through before. This wasn't your first time being the Sugar Plum Fairy after all.

You were currently still in your leotard with your tights over it. Right now you were just dressed for comfort. The tutu you would be wearing was still on the rack by the wall of the dressing room. It was an absolutely gorgeous crème tutu dress with gold embellishments on it. Of course, the tutu was a platter style for the classical era. You really felt magical when you put it on for the fitting. For now, you were going to wait to put it on since it would be a while until you go on stage anyway. Plus, the dress was currently hanging upside down on the rack as all the classical tutus do. Gravity weighs down on the skirts so that they can maintain their shape and show off the line of the legs.

There were more romantic styled tutus for the flowers and the snowflakes. Those were all for the corps de ballet girls. They were all in the room with you on their phones or working on their makeup. Some were trying to warm-up in here rather than on stage. There were still ten minutes left before all of you had to be on stage for warm-up. That's why a lot of you were still dressed comfortably. SNB liked to make warm-ups mandatory as a company during rehearsals as to prevent injuries. They tend to happen more likely during rehearsal, so this was SNB's way of tackling the issue.

Plus with all the kids in the production, it set a good example. If all the professionals do it then they should too. No one should ever skip warming up before dancing. The dressing room you were in was large, but none of the kids were in here. They were in an entirely separate one that was reserved for the SNB Academy students. It's best that they stayed there because they were younger and your adult peers weren't always child friendly. Even as you got your makeup bag, one girl was asking for advice on how to stop sleeping with her roommate.

"Why would you even sleep with him? You said you guys were friends and that you never would." One girl sighed in annoyance.

"Yeah, but...that was before I my ex sent me his wedding invitation."

"His what!?"

"That's so cruel. What the hell is he thinking?"

"He dates you for five years and never proposes, but then proposes to this b*tch he's known for a year?"

"Men are unbelievable."

"Can we get back on track here?"

Yeah, it was better if the kids didn't hear about any of this.

You didn't bother trying to step into the conversation. The most you ever did was listen in. If they were going to talk loudly then you might as well hear it all. At least you weren't like Yoongi and spreading that around the company. The only thing you did was work on your makeup. The foundation was done, your eyebrows were filled, and now you were onto your eyes. You were slowly going down the list with your lips last. The makeup you were wearing was a bit over the top for the stage, but you made sure to still make it match with your tutu and character.

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