DeathsKnight
Harmless Teddybear
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Glen Kane
The workers finally arrived and Glen watched them, this time they attached two even heavier and thicker cables, testing them repeatedly. He heard a recital start up and of course Claire's voice was part of it, he smiled to himself as he watched the workers do their stuff. He was curious when they moved on to the other sets of lights, but it soon became clear that Glen's rather harsh words the previous day had made a great impact on the owners and they were taking extra precautions.
"Glen? You through all the excitement you never got to come look at the dress."
"Ah yes, let's go check it out quickly,"
as he walked away there was a loud crash behind him, somehow a toolbox had managed to slip from the trestle it was secured on, the thick belt still hanging from the strap holder. The toolbox had impacted where Glen had stood, Glen placed his hands on his hips in mock anger and tapped his foot.
"Oi! If you don't like the theater just say so, don't throw your tools through the rafters!"
He chuckled at the wide eyed workers and continued on his way to look at the dress. It was exactly how he had envisioned it, he was sure that it would suit Claire.
"Right, get the measurements right and then we'll see how she looks in it. I'm leaving that part in your hands."
The workers finally arrived and Glen watched them, this time they attached two even heavier and thicker cables, testing them repeatedly. He heard a recital start up and of course Claire's voice was part of it, he smiled to himself as he watched the workers do their stuff. He was curious when they moved on to the other sets of lights, but it soon became clear that Glen's rather harsh words the previous day had made a great impact on the owners and they were taking extra precautions.
"Glen? You through all the excitement you never got to come look at the dress."
"Ah yes, let's go check it out quickly,"
as he walked away there was a loud crash behind him, somehow a toolbox had managed to slip from the trestle it was secured on, the thick belt still hanging from the strap holder. The toolbox had impacted where Glen had stood, Glen placed his hands on his hips in mock anger and tapped his foot.
"Oi! If you don't like the theater just say so, don't throw your tools through the rafters!"
He chuckled at the wide eyed workers and continued on his way to look at the dress. It was exactly how he had envisioned it, he was sure that it would suit Claire.
"Right, get the measurements right and then we'll see how she looks in it. I'm leaving that part in your hands."