[Anyone who can withstand the pressure of being an idol with grace can smile through basically anything, as far as Sylvain is concerned. He's been adjacent to that business and it's culture long enough to know just how hard those pretty little girls work, and Ai is no exception.]
[She may still be layering on the compliments, and he knows what she's doing, but they do still feel good to hear. He flushes in the dark, though, waving a hand to dismiss it.] We're happy to do it. We're all here because we love what we do, right? We love be a part of it all, and to make sure any audience has the best experience possible. Come on,
[He leads her, a gentle hand on the small of her back around and toward the walkway where the lights are. The compliment to his tech, in contrast to his embarrassment about himself, brings a big dimpling smile to his face. He winks.]
She sure is. One of my babies. I brought them with me since this venue is a little outdated. Here, can you hold this for me?
[He crouches down, offering her the flashlight so his hands are free.]
They call these smartlights. They can be controlled in the moment, angled any which way you like, and have multiple color options. I just need to swap out the red gel on this one for the offwhite we picked out. It also has clear, purple, and blue.
[ Holding the torch is good – whether he meant it to be or not, it's a nice distraction from trying very hard not to look down below and think about high up they are. She just has to grip the torch in both hands, point it to where she wants to look and think about approximately zero other details of this situation. Simple! ]
Hooohh... so we're really getting spoiled with some top of the line stuff.
[ For once, the we is sincere – typically when venues like this roll out the red carpet for "B-Komachi", they're really putting on a show for Ai in particular. But she gets the feeling Sylvain would've carted the thing up here even if the girls on stage had been some no-name underground group. When your pride at what you do best is on the line, you kind of have to break out the big guns.
She leans in a little, narrowing her eyes so she can peer a little closer. ]
So... what's the difference between a white gel and a clear one? Isn't the light white already?
[Maybe he did it on purpose, maybe he didn't. Either way, he certainly isn't letting there be a lull in the conversation for her to let her thoughts slip away. He does chuckle at her question.]
Sorry, I just think it's funny when I've met so many girls who could school me on the subtle differences in color shades. Especially when it comes to whites and bridal stuff.
[He's done the lighting work for big name venue weddings too, after all.]
The thing about white light is that it's actually a combination of all the colors, just like how pitch black darkness is the absence of them all. The problem with that for spotlights is that if there's other stuff going on on stage, they can just sort of get lost and lost their oomph. An offwhite gel usually has a smallest amount of either red or usually blue in it so that it looks sharper and doesn't get washed away. This one has just a little touch of red, so that you'll look super saturated, but not like someone just dipped you in a vat of red paint.
[He swaps out the red gel for this one, then pulls a remote out of his pocket and plays with the light a little, aiming it at the mic stand on the stage. First he aims the plain white, then the offwhite gel. Then he looks to her with an eager puppy face, clearly expecting her to see the difference.]
[ Is there really that much of a difference? Ai peers down at the stage fully expecting to fib a little and say that of course she noticed the absolutely imperceptible difference in whatever's going on in the light – but then once he actually shows her, she gives a little 'oh!' of surprise and leans in just a bit so she can squint down at the stage. ]
It does look different! [ She actually sounds a little impressed. Bask in it, Sylvain. ] And if we can see it from all the way up here, it'll definitely pop from the audience.
[ She nods to herself, apparently satisfied, then gives Sylvain a little grin. ]
Looks like I really was right to come and ask for your help, huh?
[He is absolutely basking in it. His smile resembles that of a dog sitting in a warm sunny spot. Content, maybe a little smug, a touch innocent.]
I’m glad you approve.
[She turns that grin on him- a weapons grade idol smile that he is absolutely not immune to, even knowing it for what it is. His heart dances in his chest and he winks to hide any other reaction.]
Careful, you keep praising me like that and I’ll just keep giving in to every request.
Oh, you shouldn't tell me that. [ Her smile takes a turn for the mischievous, and it gets just a smidge brighter. ] It'll make me want to come up with a whole list of things for you to do.
[ Of course, it's a little hard to take an apparent threat like that seriously when she says it so lightly – and then the mischief eases out of her expression, leaving behind just the brightness and warmth. ]
But seriously! I know this was probably a pain in the butt but it really did make a difference. I can dance my best on stage when I know the audience is going to see me looking my best.
[She's joking... he knows that she's joking, and yet somewhere in his mind he delights in the idea of getting a list of tasks from her, only to get them all done beyond her expectations. He shakes it off with a small chuckle.]
And you helped me too. I'm very particular about my reputation as a light designer, you know, and making you girls look good also serves to make me look good.
[He winks playfully, matching her impish playfulness for a moment.]
Shall we go back down and get ready for the show? I wouldn't want your bandmates to think you've gotten spirited away.
Ohh, like I got kidnapped into the stage rafters by a spooky ghost? [ She flips the torch around so she can illuminate her face from below, like kids telling spooky stories at a sleepover. ] They say if you listen hard enough during shows, you can still hear her trying to perform along from above...
[ She giggles, clicks off the light and holds it out for him to take back. ]
Well, maybe making a surprise entrance from above would be a little much for a show like this, especially on such short notice... let's head down!
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[Anyone who can withstand the pressure of being an idol with grace can smile through basically anything, as far as Sylvain is concerned. He's been adjacent to that business and it's culture long enough to know just how hard those pretty little girls work, and Ai is no exception.]
[She may still be layering on the compliments, and he knows what she's doing, but they do still feel good to hear. He flushes in the dark, though, waving a hand to dismiss it.] We're happy to do it. We're all here because we love what we do, right? We love be a part of it all, and to make sure any audience has the best experience possible. Come on,
[He leads her, a gentle hand on the small of her back around and toward the walkway where the lights are. The compliment to his tech, in contrast to his embarrassment about himself, brings a big dimpling smile to his face. He winks.]
She sure is. One of my babies. I brought them with me since this venue is a little outdated. Here, can you hold this for me?
[He crouches down, offering her the flashlight so his hands are free.]
They call these smartlights. They can be controlled in the moment, angled any which way you like, and have multiple color options. I just need to swap out the red gel on this one for the offwhite we picked out. It also has clear, purple, and blue.
[He talks about it like it's a favored pet.]
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Hooohh... so we're really getting spoiled with some top of the line stuff.
[ For once, the we is sincere – typically when venues like this roll out the red carpet for "B-Komachi", they're really putting on a show for Ai in particular. But she gets the feeling Sylvain would've carted the thing up here even if the girls on stage had been some no-name underground group. When your pride at what you do best is on the line, you kind of have to break out the big guns.
She leans in a little, narrowing her eyes so she can peer a little closer. ]
So... what's the difference between a white gel and a clear one? Isn't the light white already?
bullshitting a little
[Maybe he did it on purpose, maybe he didn't. Either way, he certainly isn't letting there be a lull in the conversation for her to let her thoughts slip away. He does chuckle at her question.]
Sorry, I just think it's funny when I've met so many girls who could school me on the subtle differences in color shades. Especially when it comes to whites and bridal stuff.
[He's done the lighting work for big name venue weddings too, after all.]
The thing about white light is that it's actually a combination of all the colors, just like how pitch black darkness is the absence of them all. The problem with that for spotlights is that if there's other stuff going on on stage, they can just sort of get lost and lost their oomph. An offwhite gel usually has a smallest amount of either red or usually blue in it so that it looks sharper and doesn't get washed away. This one has just a little touch of red, so that you'll look super saturated, but not like someone just dipped you in a vat of red paint.
[He swaps out the red gel for this one, then pulls a remote out of his pocket and plays with the light a little, aiming it at the mic stand on the stage. First he aims the plain white, then the offwhite gel. Then he looks to her with an eager puppy face, clearly expecting her to see the difference.]
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It does look different! [ She actually sounds a little impressed. Bask in it, Sylvain. ] And if we can see it from all the way up here, it'll definitely pop from the audience.
[ She nods to herself, apparently satisfied, then gives Sylvain a little grin. ]
Looks like I really was right to come and ask for your help, huh?
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[He is absolutely basking in it. His smile resembles that of a dog sitting in a warm sunny spot. Content, maybe a little smug, a touch innocent.]
I’m glad you approve.
[She turns that grin on him- a weapons grade idol smile that he is absolutely not immune to, even knowing it for what it is. His heart dances in his chest and he winks to hide any other reaction.]
Careful, you keep praising me like that and I’ll just keep giving in to every request.
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[ Of course, it's a little hard to take an apparent threat like that seriously when she says it so lightly – and then the mischief eases out of her expression, leaving behind just the brightness and warmth. ]
But seriously! I know this was probably a pain in the butt but it really did make a difference. I can dance my best on stage when I know the audience is going to see me looking my best.
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[She's joking... he knows that she's joking, and yet somewhere in his mind he delights in the idea of getting a list of tasks from her, only to get them all done beyond her expectations. He shakes it off with a small chuckle.]
And you helped me too. I'm very particular about my reputation as a light designer, you know, and making you girls look good also serves to make me look good.
[He winks playfully, matching her impish playfulness for a moment.]
Shall we go back down and get ready for the show? I wouldn't want your bandmates to think you've gotten spirited away.
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[ She giggles, clicks off the light and holds it out for him to take back. ]
Well, maybe making a surprise entrance from above would be a little much for a show like this, especially on such short notice... let's head down!