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Not particularly helpful? Boy that was counting chickens before they hatched now wasn't it? Thankfully for everyone involved Daphne was not at all a mind reader, never would have cared to be one, and wasn't about to try. Turning in the hands caught around her hips the witch in question looked up at the dashing knight, puzzled. "What's luck got to do with it?" The pathetic, somewhat agonizing look she got in return for that statement made her laugh but not rudely, just in slight disbelief.

"Of all the things...listen." Now the reason for her extreme cheerfulness was explained. Well there was the fact that Daphne on her own was generally a cheerful sort but this had been a little extreme, but that meant she could share. "You're better at this whole thing than I am and I am pretty darn good. I think." Her tongue was firmly in her cheek there, intent and meaning obvious in the hand that ran down the front of Kess' outfit, tugging lightly at her belt with another laugh.

"Even if there wasn't that...you know. You look pretty darn handsome."

Script change? That brought just a small cloud across the sky that was Daphne's confidence level, reminding her that while there was going to definitely be some on-screen macking going on, it was not going to be her and Kess. It wasn't even that it was going to be Kess and Genevieve either, it was that it was going to be Daphne and Alexandre. She didn't really mind the guy, he was nice enough, but lovers?! She had not been able to get out of that one. At all.

Small blessing was that Zac had not been cast as her lover or her son. That would have been something the pair of them would've never lived down...balls. The bluenette could feel the tension creeping up her neck and hated it. Hated that sometimes she couldn't control her feelings and hated that as a result of a pair of lucky missing underwear, her confidence had been shaken.

"At least you get to be the dashing hero with a tragic love story. I'm the villainous b***h who seduces the golden prince, has his kid, and twists said kid into killing his father. Morgan's a real piece of work and if it weren't for the fact..." Trailing off, recognizing a good diatribe when she felt one, Daph shook her head.

"Shoulda pregamed more."

A glance to Johnathan and Alexandre was sighing. His good mood spoiled as he felt the distinct need to rub his temples. Johnathan was here and apparently not in a good mood, or at least having a bad start to this performance. It seemed that at least he wasn't the only one intent upon calming him down, as he recognized the familiar figure of Micah.

Standing up from where he'd been bent, looking over some part of the stage which had been painted very nicely if the detail was anything to go by. "Johnathan." Approaching him, fully costumed, he bent down to lay a hand on his shoulder. Thus far he'd been ignoring everyone else, not wanting to deal with the moods everyone else was in tonight. Alexandre was determined to keep as calm and collected as he was when he'd entered the building. Johnathan had gained his attention though, calling his name as he had.

"You need to calm down, remember what we've been working on. Why don't you calm down and while you get into costume you tell me what has you all up in a snit."

A glance to Micah. "Evening." A smile flashed to her. "Don't worry, I think I can handle him." But it seemed Johnathan's behavior and the noises around them, as small and insignificant as they should be, was getting to him as the blond glanced around them. "Maybe...or maybe not. I don't think I can...I really should go over my lines again." Suddenly feeling as though it was a good idea, a needed thing, to go over the script again and make sure he could recite them to himself.

"I need to go over things again, before it all starts. I can't go out yet."

Petty frustrations and anger aside, Bell went and checked once more that everything was in place back stage and in dressing rooms before checking on her fellow cast members. She felt confident in her own role, but she worried about the others.

So she went up to one of her more nervous cast mates and asked, "Anything you want to go over last minute?"

((I'm assuming Micah is one of them...?))

Micah looked up at Bell as she approached, eyes red with tears. Wait... was she talking? Or had Micah had an insanity enduced hallucination, because she was prone to those. She blinked her moist eyes at Bell a few times before she spoke, voice cracking with worry.

"What part do I play?"

They were going to destroy this play, and by 'destroy' Genevieve meant that they were going to rock this play so hard the faces of the audience were going to melt with how amazing everything was. She was sure of it. Getting to know her fellow cast members and the crew during the rehearsal process had been fun and some real chemistry made in some form of another- Now all any of them had to do was put game face on and tear this s**t apart.

Getting the last of her makeup on and double checking that her dress hugged every curve perfectly she stood up from her place before the mirror quickly. Too quickly even and spilled some of the lipstick and bottles onto the floor. Whatever man. Someone would clean it up- Her eyes were already locked on to Daphne and Kess. Grinning from ear to ear the short blonde hiked the bottom of her dress over her knees and skipped towards them.

Once at the pair she dropped the hem of her costume and over enthusiastically draped her arms over the two other women. "Ready to kick some a** and take names, ladies?" Her voice was bright but loud. Whether it was an overcompensation of nerves or just sheer cockiness no one would know. Genevieve couldn't even tell herself.

The Soon To Be Dead King of Camelot was nervous.

Very nervous.

But he was an adult, damn it, and he was supposed to be calm and collected. he was supposed to be a figure of authority and comfort: if he didn't have his s**t together, who would? Experienced actors, people with youthful enthusiasm, and those not plagued with unending self doubt, probably.

He wasn't thinking of them.

Tony's nerves were basically fried, and because of that he found his anxiety translating directly into an energy he could not quite contain in himself. It needed an outlet, and that unfortunately was found in his previous thoughts. Combined, they created a terrible force that could not be stopped by any one who might try.

He clapped the nearest actor to him hard on the back out of no where, snapping out of his thoughts and grinning ear to ear in a reassuring way that displayed every single worry and terror he was envisioning and was thus wholly unreassuring.

"This is going to be fun!" He assured no one who cared to hear it, looking around for Daphne or Kyndall, who had just given them a pep talk that had failed to give him any real pep but was certainly to blame for the overwhelming amount of forced cheer he was shoveling out now, or any of the other cast members he knew and hoped were suffering the same terrible anxiety he was. Not because he wanted to be cruel, or wanted the play to go badly. No, just the opposite. Still, he would feel less terrible about how nervous he was if others were feeling the same way, and trying to hide it just as poorly.

"Is it curtain yet? Let's get this rolling!"

And this was him before he had remembered the whole thing was going to be taped.