Sunday Snippet
I’ve recently been tagged by @disgruntledkittenface, @princelyharry, and @littleroverlouis to share a snippet of my WIP. I’ve been working hard on Chapter Six of Arise, Fair Sun this weekend, so I thought I would share. THINGS ARE GETTING TENSE.
“We open in six days,” Liam continues, the stress in his voice palpable. “Six days, Harry! You’ve gotta dig deeper. You’ve got to give this everything you have. It’s about more than the steps, can’t you see that? You’ve got to–”
“For fuck’s sake, Liam, that’s enough!”
Rosie’s piano accompaniment stops at Louis’ sudden outburst, her eyes going wide behind her thick glasses. The room falls completely silent, save for the sounds of Harry’s ragged breaths, and it feels like the silence drags on for hours as the entire company watches in interest as Louis and Liam stare each other down.
Dancers just don’t talk back to the directors like that. Not in this company.
“What did you say?” Liam finally asks, his voice chillingly even.
“I said,” Louis says, his chest heaving as he catches his breath, “that’s enough.”
“Do you have a problem with my direction, Louis?” Liam asks pointedly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Whatever happened to giving notes at the end of the run through?” Louis challenges, his hands on his hips.
“I’ll give a note whenever I see fit,” Liam fires back. “That’s my job.”
“Well, I can’t do my job with you fucking shouting at us all the time,” Louis insists. “It’s distracting!”
Harry looks down at the floor, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and tears stinging his eyes. He blinks them away furiously, subtly wiping under his eyes as he takes several deep breaths, exhaling slowly and trying to rein his emotions back in. He’s never broken down crying in the middle of rehearsal, not once over the course of his entire career, and he certainly doesn’t plan on starting now.
“You’re already distracted, Louis,” Liam counters. “You have been all week. You’re just going through the motions up there.”
“Jesus Christ, Liam, it’s a rehearsal,” Louis says with an audible eyeroll. “Our last rehearsal of the week. We’ll turn it on for the performances, you know we will.”
“If you can’t turn it on in rehearsal, how am I supposed to know if you can do it in performances?”
“We are working our asses off up here!” Louis practically shouts. “We’re never not working our asses off up here. I’d like to see anyone else in this room even attempt what Harry’s doing, what he’s been doing for the last five weeks. Give him a fucking break!”
Harry looks up at that, his eyes widening. Louis isn’t looking at him though, his attention entirely fixed on Liam.
“Well if you don’t like the way I’m running my rehearsal, Louis, you’re free to leave,” Liam shrugs, the serious expression on his face belying the casualness of the gesture. “I’ll just put Ethan in, he could use some time with Harry.”
Harry glances over to where Ethan, Louis’ understudy, is sitting in the corner, suddenly sitting up much taller in his seat. He’s a first year soloist, and he’s a very good dancer with the potential to be a great one in a couple of years, but he’s not Louis.
And Harry doesn’t want to dance with anyone other than Louis.
“Or maybe I’ll put Ethan and Sergei in,” Liam proposes, gesturing to Harry’s understudy. “They’re doing a couple of matinees after all, maybe we should just focus on getting them ready for performances instead. What do you think, Louis?”
“Do whatever you want, Liam, I don’t give a fuck,” Louis says witheringly, throwing his hands up in the air as he starts towards the door. “I’m out–”
“Louis, stop.”
The words are out of Harry’s mouth the instant he thinks them, his brain to mouth filter completely vanishing. Louis whirls around and looks at him, really looks at him, for what feels like the first time all week. The expression on his face is inscrutable as Harry looks back at him imploringly, biting his bottom lip.
“Please,” Harry whispers, his voice raw with all the emotion he’s desperately trying to keep at bay. “Don’t go.”
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Yeah I'm not done yet.
The thing I keep coming back to is that as much as I'm down to nit-pick things like how characters are written and plot details (and boy are there a whole infestation of nits to pick), what it boils down to is that the basic premise here shouldn't even be happening.
I get they're doing a Thing with Bruce and the after effects of Failsafe and Zur and Insomnia so sure I guess it makes sense to have him acting totally unreasonably. I'm not saying it's a plotline I'm thrilled with, but whatever. This is about everyone else.
You have half a dozen people routinely patrolling in Gotham, who've been doing it for years, who know the city and how it works, who have at least two people who are particularly inclined towards collecting and parsing data for patterns for crime fighting purposes, and none of you noticed anything amiss until Selina called and was like "Hey did you notice my neat new plan I've been doing?"
To that point, in a room full of literal canonical geniuses not a single person has thought to ask any of a dozen very practical questions that occurred to me, a non-genius reader, roughly 10 seconds after reading what The Plan was. Things like, oh, I don't know
How is this going to be a sustainable long-term effort?
For example, what happens when Gotham's wealthiest realize what you're doing and dramatically beef up their security (with tech or with actual people), making it much harder and more dangerous?
Like iirc you, Selina, have definitely had some real dicey situations as a result of your profession, and you're a lot more experienced than these people.
(Hey speaking of which isn't there a whole secret society of Gotham's wealthiest and most powerful who have access to nearly unkillable assassins? Who keeps coming back even though they keep being taken down? You think any of these people might belong to that?)
What happens when the rich folks get pissed and sic the heavily militarized GCPD on you? Don't act like they won't, I'm sure someone's squirreled away stuff from that whole Fear State fiasco.
For that matter, what happens when the costumed villainry figure out who swiped all their henchpeople and decide to object to it, presumably violently?
How many people are we talking here anyway that you're training? How many ultra-wealthy people live in Gotham? How many easily stealable things do they have sitting around to take? (As opposed to, like, other non-liquid fake assets like stocks)
How are you fencing all this anyway? Isn't that a great way to get caught? Or is everyone just stealing cash? (Or did nobody think about the part between "got the valuable thing" and "have usable money from it"?)
How on god's green earth did you ever assume this was going to end in anything other than violence?
Like of course one of your guys got killed. It doesn't matter that you told them no violence, even if they fully buy into that it only takes one panicked reaction when someone's home who shouldn't be, on either side, and there you go.
Look I get what they're trying to do. It's supposed to be a big moral quandary about whether it's right to allow some crime if it decreases other crime, the struggle between Batman being unreasonably violent and unwilling to listen and this new plan of Selina's. First of all that's a weird debate to have when everyone having it is technically a criminal to some degree. And second of all, it doesn't matter, this isn't about the morality, this is about how this plan is fucking dumb and was destined to fall apart even if Batman was still asleep and the fact that any of you are buying it just means there's a gas leak in Gotham somewhere.
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