"Preferably not on the job, though," muttered Vico, yanking on Adamo's jacket hem to urge the actor to quit with the melodramatics and get on with it.
Though they went slowly, the minutes did tick on and eventually, the hum of conversation began to die down low as people began ushering themselves to their seats, the slight dimming of lights indication that the ceremony would soon start. For the media elite, 'soon' might as well have meant 'whenever it is convenient for you,' though, as self-important socialites nonetheless lingered near the bar or their groups of conversation. By the time everyone was seated - Vico near the edge, wedged between Adamo and a skinny, knobby-elbowed old woman who kept on sniffing distastefully at him - at least half an hour had passed.
"Merda," Vico swore under his breathe, sitting up as straight as he could like a child in their school seat. "Why are all you actors so tall? I can't see anything."
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Though they went slowly, the minutes did tick on and eventually, the hum of conversation began to die down low as people began ushering themselves to their seats, the slight dimming of lights indication that the ceremony would soon start. For the media elite, 'soon' might as well have meant 'whenever it is convenient for you,' though, as self-important socialites nonetheless lingered near the bar or their groups of conversation. By the time everyone was seated - Vico near the edge, wedged between Adamo and a skinny, knobby-elbowed old woman who kept on sniffing distastefully at him - at least half an hour had passed.
"Merda," Vico swore under his breathe, sitting up as straight as he could like a child in their school seat. "Why are all you actors so tall? I can't see anything."