Please Welcome to the Stage...

BASTIEN "No, no. Everything must be beautiful. The stage must be beautiful. The performers, even those in the back, must be beautiful. The props must be beautiful. That is how you make an impression, friend. I have many years in this business." Deciding Remi's hair looked best down, Bastien grabbed a brush and ran it through it, tutting at knots. "Yes. Zap. Or whatever word you like to use, caro. I hold up something, you change it to something else. Make doves appear, girls disappear...you know. That sort of thing. It will be a bright moment in the dull days here." He rustled about in the box until he found what he was looking for then smeared it on Remi's lips, pouting to indicate he should do the same. Once this was done he stood up and walked behind the table. "And the best part. I made you an outfit. There is no need to thank me, but you still can." Bastien held up a shirt that matched his own, deep blue with yellow and white stars scattered across it. The shirt was clearly designed to be worn open, a couple of sizes too big with a plunging neckline. I'm feelin' like a big bang