The Big Show! Pageant Time!

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Janine sets up the ticket booth outside the doors of the theater while Marshall runs the final tech check on the lights and sound equipment. This is going to be the best Holiday Pageant ever!

[OOC: Wait until the shiny threads are up!]

ETA: [OOC: Everything up to the pre-show should be good]

ETA: [OOC: Let the show begin!]

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White Christmas

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Angel SOLO!

Re: White Christmas

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Angel came onstage wearing the most garish holiday shirt known to man, woman, or beast (even Beast with a capital B, not that Angel would be seeing him again for a few years). It was white, with a huge reindeer on front. Normally this would have been reason enough for Angel to stake himself. Tonight, however, it was almost as though he was glad for the reindeer. He stood hunched down, as though it were physically possible for him to hide behind it. (It wasn't, for those of you playing the home game.)

A santa hat was on his head. It was, amazingly enough, too big even for him and kept slipping down into his eyes.

He wore black pants but, with the shedding from the hat and the sweater, it looked as though prior to coming onstage he'd been attacked by an overly friendly Dalmatian.

He flinched when the spotlight went on him. Then he prayed for death. Then he reminded himself that he really needed to become an atheist given how rarely requests like that were answered.

The music started. Nine beats into it Angel remembered he was supposed to be singing. Seventeen beats into it he remembered that the song was "White Christmas" and not "Jingle Bell Rock."

He blamed dancing Santa for that last one.