haveyouforgottenyourangel

"Monsieur?" Quietly puzzled, Christine set her costume down on the spot she'd vacated, moving cautiuosly towards the sound of the voice. She had thought him a stage hand, perhaps, at first, but she did not know his voice...surely she would recognize someone who worked here, they were not so large a company, but perhaps he was new? "I, I simply--I feared that I was in the way...or distruptive of the orchestra, though I tried to be quiet." She doubted she was supposed to be here, hidden so far inside the inner workings of the stage. She bit lightly at her lower lip, carefully folding her hands together, smoothing her fingers over the sore pinprick on her thumb. "...That...was kind of you to say, but I am only a chorus girl, and a poor one at that."