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3.10.2011
Ever since the new Laertes, Evan, arrived, Steven has been much nicer to me.

I'm not sure why.

My favorite scarf smells like sage, mint, and him. Steven, I mean. I can understand why it smells like mint and sage [I smoke mint and sage cigarettes sometimes], but I can't figure out why it smells like Steven. I have worn that scarf to rehearsal, but I didn't wear it DURING rehearsal. I can't see how or where that thing would have had an opportunity for him to get his scent on it.

Yesterday he accidentally (I think) hit me with his sword and I said, "Oh-HO, is that a hint?" And then we all laughed. And he offered to help me put my dress on. I was like . . . "I'm a big girl. I can dress myself."

Confused Cady is confused.




But it's not in my nature to make things easy for people. I don't know. It just feels strange that, in the beginning, he wouldn't even look at me and now he's being all chummy.

I sort of feel bad for Evan. I think he might actually be younger than I am, and I get the feeling that he doesn't really know what he's doing. He seems nice enough, though. The awkward thing was that we'd barely been introduced and the first thing I had to do was go drape myself all over him.

"Act like he's Hamlet," Marlene said.

I hemmed.

"You think he's your boyfriend," Marlene said in her most authoritative tones, which, let me tell you, are impressively authoritative.

I sighed. And I did it. But he's terribly skinny, so it's doubly awkward. He's probably no wider than I am and I'm 5'7 and he's around 6'0. Steven's quite a bit wider, so there's something to work with, you know.




Oh, goddamn, I don't even know anymore. I feel like such a whore. Marlene is really making me slut it up for this. I even have to strip down to this little red slip thing.


Maybe I should change career paths.




EDIT: The whole stripping thing was the reason Steven was offering to help me don my dress. Because I'd taken it off. So. That should make sense now.

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3 Comments:

hahahhaa...

Well, hopefully Evan will learn to follow directions. Maybe he's stronger than he looks.

By Blogger ellie, at 3/10/2011 10:48:00 PM  

That is interesting about Steven and Evan.

It is intriguing..how someone's smell can get on you. Sounds like things are on the ball now with this play.

By Blogger ivy, at 3/10/2011 11:16:00 PM  

Ahaha. Sounds like everything's fun.

By Blogger L, at 3/31/2011 11:02:00 PM  

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