[ Cadence still can't bring herself to look from the stage, as frustrating and, well, almost haunting as the story is to her. She misses Clay's attentive glances in favor of fixedly watching the stage as a fellow shepherd, Damon, offers advice and encouragement for a romance anyone who's read the damn myth would know is doomed.
By the time the end of Act One comes around and the couple starts singing of the joy they've brought each other by coming together, Cadence feels like she's ready to lose it. She needs something to help ground her and grasps on to the only thing that's seemingly been able to calm her this entire damn show: Clay's hand, still resting as a soft weight on her thigh. Eyes never leaving the stage, she takes it with a small squeeze then realizes the pressure she's putting on him, what it might give away on her feelings about the play, and loosens her grip to place her joined hands back on her thigh.
She's still grasping his hand, face turned out to look at the crowd, when the curtain closes for intermission. ]
i had nothing good to say, she's so tense right now sorry;;
By the time the end of Act One comes around and the couple starts singing of the joy they've brought each other by coming together, Cadence feels like she's ready to lose it. She needs something to help ground her and grasps on to the only thing that's seemingly been able to calm her this entire damn show: Clay's hand, still resting as a soft weight on her thigh. Eyes never leaving the stage, she takes it with a small squeeze then realizes the pressure she's putting on him, what it might give away on her feelings about the play, and loosens her grip to place her joined hands back on her thigh.
She's still grasping his hand, face turned out to look at the crowd, when the curtain closes for intermission. ]