poly_chromatic | Entry 582; Day 1367

We're to perform tonight and I can't find my partner.

I really shouldn't be surprised by this by now.

I ought to have suspected--or even known--yesterday when she was distraught over her dress that, sooner or later, we'd find ourselves separated. I still don't understand what all her concerns were about. This is, after all, about dancing and not about costuming. She'd probably claim I've the benefit of simplicity: I only need to wear tails and I'm finished. She, meanwhile, must endure a host of difficulties--beginning with fabric and progressing from there. It's a proper litany of things. There are problems with her costumes that I have never even heard mentioned as problems before. It's as though she has no consideration of the actual event, of actually dancing. I think, sometimes, that she honestly does not think beyond what she's wearing.

I shall never understand it.

I was, in fact, left to practice by myself for a time yesterday, while she fussed over her gown. The idea of dancing alone might work well enough for novelists, but I do not recommend it the day before a performance. We've been practicing for far too long to risk things like this. I, for one, am appalled.

And she insists that she doesn't lose.

I suppose we shall have to see in that regard.

If anyone has seen the charming lady who is my partner for this evening's performance, please do tell her that I should like to see her (and all her radiance) sometime before this evening's performance.

And then, perhaps, I shall audition for a new partner.

~C.

[ooc: Cain and Berthier are to be dancing tonight, but they've ended up more separated than anticipated--Cain has, perhaps, wandered off in frustration. Yeah, he's being bitchy about his dance partner, let's not lie. Not like he's some paragon himself either. They may dance well together, but...]