[Look, let's be real here: there's no way Edward is ever going to be able to nail the celebrity impression challenge. He's been working on his German accent and it still stinks, but he knows one thing he's good at, and that's stunts and performing a show for an audience. This one's just a lot less intimidating than standing in front of absolutely terrified Spanish soldiers forcing them to hand their shit over.
So. Before his performance, he pushes a haystack into place on the stage. Then as the guitars start in on Tear Me Down, the spotlight shines on Edward above the stage, perched on the railing of the scaffolding, dressed in something far more modern than what he usually wears. Are those heels?]
Don't you know me, baby? [That wild look in his eye is familiar, to those who know him. It's the look of a man who's looking at a storm on the horizon and who's thinking about running right into it.] I'm the new Berlin Wall! Try and tear me down!
[And then he jumps.
And lands in the haystack on his back, hopping out immediately to sing the opening lines.
He keeps the energy up from there, running around the stage and clambering up on anything that'd give him some height. It's a little like watching an Energizer bunny onstage, except every so often the bunny turns to look at you and wink flirtatiously, wiggling his ass before he does some wild stunt that ought to, at the very least, sprain an ankle.
He's not a half-bad singer. A bit on the non-professional side, with what training he's had being in the past month from Elliot, but he's good at it and he belts out the final high notes with great enthusiasm. When he's done, he gets up with a laugh, and gives a bow to the audience.]
Thank you, Kaisou! [And he blows a kiss before he runs offstage. As soon as the audience's eyes are off him, he slumps against a wall and lets out a breath.] How'd I do?
[two: shining like the brightest star | off-stage]
[Before and after the performance, Edward's actually doing his job as stagehand behind the scenes, although he swaps Hedwig's golden heels out for his usual boots instead. He can be most often found hauling shit back and forth, checking on various props and mechanisms, and occasionally snacking on some jerky that he will tell you, with a straight face, came from a bear. He might be joking. Might be. Best not to ask.
He's also available for helping out the other contestants: he's shockingly pretty good at applying eyeliner and kohl, and is happy to help repair the occasional tears in costumes here and there. Ask him what he's doing in this competition and he'll laugh and say:] I want those five thousand dollars to buy the Jackdaw some ammunition, what do you think? Hold still, now.
you are the dancing queen - fabulous season prompts
[Look, let's be real here: there's no way Edward is ever going to be able to nail the celebrity impression challenge. He's been working on his German accent and it still stinks, but he knows one thing he's good at, and that's stunts and performing a show for an audience. This one's just a lot less intimidating than standing in front of absolutely terrified Spanish soldiers forcing them to hand their shit over.
So. Before his performance, he pushes a haystack into place on the stage. Then as the guitars start in on Tear Me Down, the spotlight shines on Edward above the stage, perched on the railing of the scaffolding, dressed in something far more modern than what he usually wears. Are those heels?]
Don't you know me, baby? [That wild look in his eye is familiar, to those who know him. It's the look of a man who's looking at a storm on the horizon and who's thinking about running right into it.] I'm the new Berlin Wall! Try and tear me down!
[And then he jumps.
And lands in the haystack on his back, hopping out immediately to sing the opening lines.
He keeps the energy up from there, running around the stage and clambering up on anything that'd give him some height. It's a little like watching an Energizer bunny onstage, except every so often the bunny turns to look at you and wink flirtatiously, wiggling his ass before he does some wild stunt that ought to, at the very least, sprain an ankle.
He's not a half-bad singer. A bit on the non-professional side, with what training he's had being in the past month from Elliot, but he's good at it and he belts out the final high notes with great enthusiasm. When he's done, he gets up with a laugh, and gives a bow to the audience.]
Thank you, Kaisou! [And he blows a kiss before he runs offstage. As soon as the audience's eyes are off him, he slumps against a wall and lets out a breath.] How'd I do?
[two: shining like the brightest star | off-stage]
[Before and after the performance, Edward's actually doing his job as stagehand behind the scenes, although he swaps Hedwig's golden heels out for his usual boots instead. He can be most often found hauling shit back and forth, checking on various props and mechanisms, and occasionally snacking on some jerky that he will tell you, with a straight face, came from a bear. He might be joking. Might be. Best not to ask.
He's also available for helping out the other contestants: he's shockingly pretty good at applying eyeliner and kohl, and is happy to help repair the occasional tears in costumes here and there. Ask him what he's doing in this competition and he'll laugh and say:] I want those five thousand dollars to buy the Jackdaw some ammunition, what do you think? Hold still, now.