#christina modestou

[unwrittenemmy]

Day two hundred and ninety eight of posting every six queen

Christina Modestou as Anne Boleyn

[sixcostumerefs]

Dreamcast: Anastasia West End…with Six actors!

At this point I don’t think it’s a secret that I love Anastasia. I grew up on the movie and was absolutely thrilled when the musical adaptation was announced. It had been announced way back in 2017 that the West End would be staging a production. The production never materialized, but since a few of the actors I’d wanted to see were in Six I thought I’d make a dreamcast entirely with Six actors! 

Anastasia is a particularly demanding show dance-wise, and requires a level of ballet/pointe/partnering training that most musical theatre actors don’t have. Many productions have actually had to cast professional ballet dancers, which Six does not have. As such I was really intentional in only casting actors that I could prove or reasonably assume had that required level. Tracking all that down has been a lot of work over a long period of time and tended to be fairly limiting, but with a few more additions in recent months I think I’ve finally gotten a group who can do it! I’m pretty happy with it and while I doubt a West End production will happen now...it’s still a fun one to dream about. 

Anya: Courtney Stapleton Lily: Christina Modestou Dowager Empress: Carly Mercedes Dyer Tsarina: Roxanne Couch Young Anastasia: Megan Leung Olga/Odette: Artemis Chrisoulakis Tatiana: Jasmine Jia Yung Shen Maria: Shakira Simpson Ensemble: Amy di Bartolomeo Countess Gregory: Cassandra Lee Singer swing: Bryony Duncan Dancer swing: Sophie-Rose Middleton Understudies: Anya: Bryony Duncan, Shakira Simpson Lily: Roxanne Couch, Bryony Duncan Dowager: Cassandra Lee, Amy di Bartolomeo Odette: Megan Leung, Sophie-Rose Middleton

A few additional notes on the ballet: All four of the sisters, as well as both swings, are required to have a pretty solid level of proficiency and experience with dancing en pointe. One of the sisters, Olga/Odette, is required to have a significant higher level (this is the track they often cast professional ballerinas for). I also needed two actors who could feasibly dance at that level as understudies. My parameters for proving that someone could most likely do that role included being able to find videos of them doing pointe work at the required level OR other certain indicators that I felt like proved they could most likely do it (e.x. - experience in a a specific show/track that would require an equivalent level of pointework).

[newestcool]

Georgina Grenville & Christina Kruse  for Vogue US July 1996 Photographer Mario Testino Newest Cool

[90s-music-tourney]

Here are the entries to the 2000s tourney:

Pokerface by Lady Gaga

Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance

Toxic by Britney Spears

Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavigne

All my Life by Foo Fighters

American Idiot by Green Day

1985 by Bowling for Soup

Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand

Somebody Told Me by the Killers

Hey There Delilah by Plain White Tees

Feel Good Inc by the Gorillaz

Sugar we're goin down by Fallout Boy

Brave as a noun by AJJ

Hot N Cold by Katy Perry

Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It) by Beyonce

The Dog Days are Over by Florence + the Machine

Seven Nation Army by White Stripes

Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down

She Hates Me by Puddle Of Mudd

Stacy's Mom by Fountains for Wayne

All the Small Things By Blink 182

Since U Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson

Hurt by Johnny Cash

Hey Ya by Outkast

Rehab by Amy Winehouse

Stan by Eminem

Do you realize by The Flaming Lips

Sexyback by Justin Timberlake

Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus

Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me) by Train

Californication by the Red Hot Chili Peppers

Fireflies by Owl City

TiK ToK by Ke$ha

Gives you Hell by All American Rejects

Paper Planes by M.I.A.

Can't get you out of my head by Kylie Monogue

I write sins not tragedies by Panic! At the Disco

Short Skirt/Long Jacket by CAKE

Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

Bring Me to Life by Evanescence

Before he cheats by Carrie Underwood

Vida La Vida by Coldplay

Photograph by Nickelback

99 Problems by Jay-Z

Hash Pipe by Weezer

A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton

Love Story by Taylor Swift

Unwell by MatchBox Twenty

Yeah! by Usher

Dilemma by Nelly and Kelly Rowland

Beautiful by Christina Aguilera

My Hips Don't Lie by Shakira

I gotta Feeling by Black Eyed Peas

Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani

Watcha Say by Jason Derulo

Drop it like it's Hot by Snoop Dogg

Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

Numb by Linkin Park

Umbrella by Rihanna

Crazy in Love by Beyonce and Jay Z

How to Save a Life by The Fray

Get the Party Started by P!nk

Survivor By Destiny's Child

Everytime we touch by Cascada

Beautiful Girls by Sean Kingston

Bad day by Daniel Powter

Chop Suey By System of a Down

I'm Yours by Jason Mraz

Crazy by Gnarls Barkley

The Middle by Jimmy Eat World

Harder Better Faster Stronger by Daft Punk

Chewing Gum by Annie

Lollipop by Mika

It's gonna be Me By Nsync

Low by Flo Rida

Fuck the pain away by Peaches

Misery Business by Paramore

It's my life by Bon Jovi

The Past Is a Grotesque Animal by Of Montreal

Work It by Missy Elliott

Butterfly by Crazy Town

Caramelldansen by Caramell

In da Club by 50 Cent

4 minutes by Madonna and Justin Timberlake

White Flag by Dido

Beautiful Day by U2

Fallin by Alicia Keys

All for you by Janet Jackson

Bootylicious by Destiny's Child

This Love by Maroon 5

Milkshake by Kelis

Smooth Criminal by alien Ant Farm

I'm a Believer by Smash Mouth

Sandstorm by Darude

I believe in a thing called love by the darkness

Float On by Modest Mouse

[quinnynation]

but daddy, i love him! ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ chapter I

warnings : strict parents, i think that's all

word count : 1,689

a/n : excited to start this series :)) hope you guys like it

“Christina’s being courted.” Your mother spoke, earning a hum from your father- who was scraping his fork against the porcelain plate you’d spent so long washing last night.

You blinked, mentally apologizing- you didn’t mind washing the dishes, it was the least you could do to help around the house.

“And you know her mother, Bethany is just-” Your mother scoffed, “-in shambles.” 

Your brows knit together as you looked up from your plate, “How come?” You asked, causing silence to fall across the wooden dining table.

“Because, the boy courting her is from Boston- and you know how those Boston boys behave.” Mother spoke, taking a bite of mashed potatoes. You blinked, you didn’t know how “those Boston boys” behaved- your father made sure you didn’t.

“Not our Y/n, she stays far away from boys. Isn’t that right?” Your father looked at you, smug smile on his face. You nodded quickly- “Yes dad, boys are trouble.” You said, parroting the words you’d been spoon-fed since birth.

Your father’s smug smile grew wider as he placed his large hand onto your shoulder, “Atta girl.” 

You offered him a weak smile, looking down at your now empty plate. “I’m done, may I be excused?” You asked, looking towards your mother. She sighed and nodded, motioning upstairs with her head.

You thanked her, saying goodnight to both your parents before picking up your plate and bringing it to the kitchen sink- rinsing off the porcelain with tap water.

 Once done, you swiftly made your way up the old farmhouse stairs- slipping into your room and closing the dark-stained door behind you.

You flopped onto your linen bed sheets- gasping as you heard an annoyed meow. “Sorry, Tux.” You apologized, sitting up and scratching the tuxedo tom-cat’s chin. The cat purred, brushing his body against your hand- soaking up your attention; basking in it.

Tux had been your high school graduation present, or at least- that’s what your family played it off as. Once you received Tux, you realized you had no desire to move far away from the cat. No desire to move outside the small catholic town of Clear Channel.

So you stayed, doing college on the farmhouse’s spotty wifi and your run-down laptop. You didn’t mind though! Not really, it was nice staying close to your family and the church.

The church had been your entire life for…well, your entire life. 

For as long as you could recount, you woke up at dawn every Saturday and Sunday- putting on a “perfectly modest” dress; usually adorned with some ditsy floral pattern- and walking hand in hand with your mother and father to church.

The church was the biggest building in the town, not by actual size but by popularity. Only really being rivaled by the supermarket. Meaning that if you didn’t show up there at least once a week- you’d be deemed strange.

God help anyone deemed strange by the locals of Clear Channel.

As you sat on your bed, reading ‘Sense and Sensibility’,  you heard the familiar sound of your door creaking open. 

Your eyes gazed upwards, meeting the sight of your mother; now dressed in her nightgown. She peered around your room, and you were able to immediately guess the words that would soon come out her mouth.

“Your room needs tidying.” She said, the words not surprising you one bit. Your mother seemed to always have a problem with how you decided to clean. In her eyes, you washed the porcelain too rough, scrubbed the floors with the wrong cleaners and your room was never clean enough.

“I’ll pick it up tomorrow, I had to finish my English essay today.” You explained, despite knowing your words would fall on deaf ears. “Schoolwork does not take precedence over housework.” Your mother scolded, picking up one of Tux’s toys and chucking it into the small trashcan you had in the corner of your room. 

You bit your tongue, figuring you’d just pluck it out of the can after she left. 

“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry.” You apologized, the pads of your fingertips running along the spine of the hardcover book in your hands. “Anyway, I need you to run out to the store for your father.” Your mother asked, remembering the entire reason she had entered your room.

You looked towards your digital alarm clock that sat next to your bed- bright red numbers reading ‘9:30’ stared back at you. You didn’t argue though, instead you scooted off your bed- ignoring how Tux pawed at your legs as they hit the floor.

“What does he need?” You asked as you began pulling on socks. “Tums, you know the flavor he prefers.” She said, digging into her pocket and holding out a twenty dollar bill for you to take. “I expect my change back.” Your mother added; a tone of authority taking over her voice.

You nodded, grabbing your backpack off your desk chair and taking the money from her. Satisfied, your mother left the room- a faint echo of her slamming her own bedroom door could be heard from down the hall.

Biking was by no means a hard task for you, in fact you quite enjoyed it; the feeling of cool wind hitting your face was therapeutic in a way. 

Clear Channel was small enough that hardly anyone was on the streets at this time of night, it was as if the town had a bedtime. This made you enjoy biking at night much more, sure it was nice to see your childhood friend’s parents and make small talk- but sometimes being alone was nicer.

You hopped off your old bike, placing it on the store’s rack that you were fairly certain the owners only kept in the concrete because of you. You didn’t bother locking it up, or even owning a bike lock for that matter- the people living in Clear Channel were the furthest thing from thieves.

A light shiver ran through your body as you entered the supermarket, the owners always insisted on having the A/C on full blast. Your high-school gym shoes made little to no noise as you made your way down the aisles. Of course, you knew exactly where the Tums were- but you enjoyed viewing the newly stocked items; seeing the different packaging on the cereal boxes and such.

Eventually, you made it to the over-the-counter medication, quickly grabbing a bottle of cherry flavored Tums. 

You smiled at Mr.Myers, an graying old man with deep set crows-feet; he owned the supermarket, you’d known him nearly your entire life- even spent one summer befriending his granddaughter that had come to visit him. 

“It’s a bit late for a lil’ lady like you to be out, Y/n.” Mr.Myers smiled warmly, you nervously laughed- “Father needed more Tums, y’know how he is.” You explained as he scanned the bottle. Mr.Myers simply hummed before pausing, “Say, when are you gonna leave for college? My little Maggie ‘s studying in New York.” He chuckled, a proud glow causing him to stand with his head a bit higher. 

You shrugged, “I’m fine staying online, what’s Maggie studying?” You asked- hoping to move the conversation along. You never were the best at holding conversations.

“She’ll be the first Dr.Myers, ain’t that somethin’? My granddaughter, a doctor.” The graying man’s smile was so wide that you wondered briefly if his cheeks hurt. As you opened your mouth to speak, a loud motor could be heard outside the store. 

Both you and Mr.Myers whipped your head towards the source of the noise, peering out the wide glass window that overlooked the parking lot. A group of four boys- all on motorbikes- were showing off various tricks they could perform. Most of which you weren’t aware were possible in the first place.

Mr.Myers let out a frustrated sigh, “Trouble those boys are,” He scowled. You only nodded, despite having zero knowledge of who the boys even were.

“You get home safe, Y/n.” Mr.Myers said, handing you your bag with your spare change rolled up neatly inside. You nodded once again, bidding the old man a goodbye and asking him to send your well-wishes to Maggie.

As you exited the store, you gulped down a nervous lump in your throat- praying none of the four boys would pay you any attention. You approached your bike, taking off your backpack and beginning to stuff the supermarket bag inside of it.

A sharp whistle caught your attention, causing your eyes to drift over to the boys once again. “I like your bike!” One of the boys said as he approached you, flipping up his mask to reveal a pair of bright blue eyes. You took a cautious step backwards, clutching your backpack in your hands.

The boy recognized this, lifting up his hands as a way to “surrender”. “Is it a Bruce Gordon? Where’d you get it?” He asked, eyes leaving yours and traveling to the vintage yellow bike next to you. You bit your lip nervously, huffing out a shaky breath.

“...I dunno, it was my mom’s in the ‘80s.” You answered honestly, pulling your backpack over your shoulders. The boy nodded, “Sick.”

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments before he offered out his gloved hand. “I’m Chris.” He said, you looked over towards the door of the store- seeing Mr.Myers watching you two with cautious eyes.

You simply nodded, “Y/n, you should go before Mr.Myers calls the new sheriff.” You said, pointing towards the now-cranky old man- “I heard he’s strict.” You added. Chris only laughed, hopping back on his bike and winking at you before sliding down his helmet’s visor- riding towards his friends.

You watched as the four boys all peeled out the parking lot- yelling out loud, excited cheers as Chris made his bike stand on it’s back wheel.

As you peddled back home, you found your mind trailing back to Chris and his obnoxious red motorbike- where the heck had he come from?

divider credit : @adornedwithlight

[sandgambler]

Welp, took me a few days but here it is, a weird love corner between James, Henry, and Edward. I just wanted something silly, James to be all bitchy and Edward just taking it silently, and Henry is there too ig, not rly an animatic but it kinda is?? Idk man

Song: Don’t Lose Ur Head - SIX, Christina Modestou

[starshapedsuns]

Criminal Minds DR: Playlist & Starting Point

First Case Playlist:

Entertaining (HalaCG)

Gossip (Chloe Breez's Cover)

Bubblegum Bitch (MARINA)

Klown Bitch (Sam Haft / Andrew Underberg)

Don't Lose Ur Head (SIX / Christina Modestou)

Starting Point:

I plan on jumping in at my first case. I'm 19, fresh out of high school (redshirted for cheerleading), and not actually part of the FBI yet.

To start, a party I'm at gets raided because the cops were tipped off about drug use there. I end up getting arrested too, even though I didn't take any drugs yet, or even have any on me. And while I'm at the station I notice that there's a lot of FBI agents crawling around.

And that's when they see me, a, from their point of view, decent choice for a mole; a young, mid-looking, and feminine presenting person. Seriously, one look and they're like, "Yeah, we can use that".

So after I'm questioned by the police an agent comes in, he's a unit chief of "insert unit here", and he pulls the "well, you could be looking at x, y, and z for what went down at the party, but we can make a deal" card, and even though I know he's bluffing I'm down for it, no questions asked. Not even when they tell me I'll be going undercover to help take down a drug and weapons ring.

Because really, what could go wrong?

[doueverwonder]

i'm ngl the funniest part of the original recording and the live recording of six is all the times they changed Mate to Bro/Dude

but like, i also love it? bc in some bits it completely changes the inflection of the line, like when Christina Modestou sings the "Mate, just shut up, I wouldn't be such a bitch if you could get it up" she sounds so snappy and tired of his shit.

Meanwhile Andrea Macasaet sings the same line but starting with "Brooo!" instead of "mate" she sounds like she's laughing in his face. and it could have nothing to do with the difference in the one word, but I've seen 14 musicals and some of them are definitely "different singer trying to copy the original" and six overall didn't feel like that. and I really enjoyed it. and idk if the fact that they changed a handful of lines contributed to that or not?

[shelienead]

Mike Shinoda for MAEKAN (2018)

Mike: . Early on, the band got popular very fast. We got famous before we got money. That’s the way the music industry works.

The money is always quote unquote, the term is, “in the pipeline”, so meaning we had sold fifteen million records before I had really enough money to buy a new car. Chester was literally driving around a PT cruiser. It was pretty hysterical. And we had three number one rock songs at that point. We gave him crap for that car.

Samantha: What color was it out of curiosity?

Mike: It was sparkling purple with flames on the front. He had a friend who customized cars. He got the rims done. He got it lowered. He got flames on the front. It was glitter purple.

Samantha: I am so glad I asked that question.

Mike: It was amazing.

Samantha: So it wasn’t just your average PT Cruiser…

Mike: Oh, it was hysterical and the funny thing is too, think about the timing, when he first got it, it was like, “That’s a really nice car!” And then very quickly it was like, “Why does that guy not have like a Range Rover or a Mercedes? What is he driving that car for? I hear his song on the pop radio station all the time now and he’s driving around that piece of shit?!”

Samantha: A very modest decision.

Mike: No, it was not a modest decision. The money was in the pipeline. So, we were famous and eventually the record did what it did and we went straight into the next record. The public perception of the band was ahead of the band’s reality by a long shot, the whole way through the first two records.

Photos: Christina Choi

[lightleckrereins]

First, I love your posts about Six. I saw it for the first time last month (Aragon tour, Woooo!) have an down all things six costumes, wigs, etc rabbit hole! Now question, with wigs/hair I noticed Hazel Karooma didn't have the traditional Boleyn space buns. Principal cast wise are there any other Boleyns with no space buns?

I've had this ask for a while so I hope you had a great time at the show!!

If you are counting only casts that had a version of the Gabriella Slade design, which was the one that introduced (and standarized) the spacebuns then no, only hazel counting both principals and alterntes. If you count all casts then both Ashleigh Weir (student cast) and Christina Modestou (studio cast) had different hairstyles. Although I've seen mentioned that Christina wanted spacebuns but was told no.

[smileygoth]

11. Contemplation (If My OC Had Their Own Lo-Fi Screen, Month of Darkness 2024)

This was really difficult to fit into a story! Hopefully I've done alright and given a kind of lo-fi vibe ... I also learned that it is really difficult to spell 'Seneschal' when you're typing it a lot!

CW: Some mild referrals to sex.

Image found on Pinterest, credited to Kerri Ashley Art.

Find the Masterlist here!

Christina opened her front door and ushered Michael inside. ‘This way. Straight up the stairs.’

Her haven – this one, anyway – was a rather modest-looking flat above a bar in Soho. The plain front door at the side of the shop opened on a nondescript set of stairs that went up to another plain door. Beyond that door, however, the flat was anything but plain. Black flocked wallpaper covered the walls above a soft red carpet as they stepped into a spacious living room. A large, plush red sofa stood in the centre of the room in front of a huge tv, mounted above a black entertainment cabinet with smoked glass doors. Long, heavy red curtains framed the windows in the opposite wall, which looked out over dark gardens and rooftops. Between the windows stood a minibar in shining black wood. Doors to the left led to the other rooms in the flat, all of them painted in the same glossy black. The light came from imitation candelabras mounted on the walls.

Sitting on the sofa, engrossed in a video game, Martyn barely glanced up when they first came in. Then he looked again and noticed Michael. ‘Oh, hey,’ he said, pausing the game and standing up. ‘Sorry, I didn’t know Chris was bringing company.’ He paused. ‘I’ve met you, right?’

‘Once or twice,’ Michael replied. ‘Michael Saint.’

Martyn smiled. ‘Right! The priest.’

Michael sighed and shot Christina an irritated glance. ‘Not any more,’ he said.

‘Oh, right. Sorry.’ Martyn fidgeted awkwardly, then looked to Christina. ‘Want me to, uh….’ he began, and stopped as she silently smiled. ‘Yeah, um, I was about to knock it off for the night anyway. Got stuff to do in the morning. Just give me a sec to clear my shit up.’

With practiced speed he saved and turned off his game, grabbed his cigarettes and a half- full bottle of beer from the low glass coffee table, and disappeared through one of the other doors. When he was gone, Michael laughed quietly. ‘He’s well trained,’ he remarked.

Christina shot him a disapproving look. ‘We’ve been together for a very long time,’ she said, crossing to the minibar. ‘Well, come in, make yourself at home. Drink?’

Michael shook his head. ‘No thanks.’

‘Suit yourself.’ Christina poured herself a small measure of whiskey into a crystal glass and turned back to the sofa. Michael was sat at the end nearest the door, back ramrod straight, looking uncomfortable and out of place in his sensible suit and blue tie. She fought the urge to smirk and sat down next to him, placing her glass on the table. ‘Just a moment,’ she said softly, pulling her phone from her purse. ‘We need music.’

Michael watched with interest as she tapped on her phone a few times, and the soundbar beneath the tv beeped quietly. With a few more taps, soft electronic music began to play. ‘Amazing how you can do that from your phone,’ he remarked.

Christina smiled. ‘Martyn keeps me up to date with these things,’ she replied. ‘Especially when it comes to music. He knows it’s important to me.’ Setting her phone and purse down on the table, she picked up her glass again and leaned back into the sofa. ‘He put me onto this music, actually. It’s not something I listen to, really, but it makes for wonderful background music.’

Michael nodded politely. ‘And what is it to be a background to?’ he asked, his voice not quite level.

Christina’s smile widened, and she leaned in closer to him. ‘That’s rather up to you, darling.’

His eyes softened, and he leaned toward her, just a little, as if he didn’t realise he was doing it. ‘I, um, I think I know what you’re alluding to,’ he said, dropping his voice so that Martyn wouldn’t hear. ‘And as … wonderful as our last time was, there is actually something I wanted to talk to you about.’

Christina pouted, leaning in close enough that their lips almost touched. ‘Boo. You got me here, all alone, in this frankly stunning dress, and all you want to do is talk?’

Chuckling, Michael leaned back to put some space between them. His eyes flicked down, taking in the black satin evening dress she was wearing. It clung to her curves, accentuating her figure, and in the faux candlelight it gleamed like midnight rain. ‘It is a lovely dress,’ he replied, his voice low and husky. ‘I wouldn’t want to tear it.’

‘Hmm.’ Christina sat back, stretching her arms over the back of the sofa, opening her body to him. She crossed one leg over the other, letting the side split of the dress fall open to reveal an expanse of bare thigh. ‘I could be persuaded to forgive you.’

He made a sound like a growl, deep in his throat, and shifted uncomfortably. ‘Christina….’

She laughed. ‘Fine! We’ll just talk. That’s what I like about you, Michael – you’re always a challenge. What did you want to talk about?’

Something between relief and disappointment flashed across his face, and he cleared his throat before speaking again. ‘Um, well … you know I’m not one to gossip….’

‘Heaven forbid,’ Christina remarked, her eyes wide in mock horror.

Michael gave her a stern look. ‘Indeed. Well, the reason I was asked down to London was because the Prince wanted to consult me on something quite important. You know we’ve known each other for a long time.’

Christina nodded. ‘I remember when you were Seneschal.’

‘Well, that’s the thing.’ He paused. ‘This can’t leave this room.’ Christina nodded her understanding, and he continued. ‘The Prince has reason to believe that their current Seneschal is passing information on the inner workings of the Court of London to someone. They don’t know who yet, but after all the … unpleasantness of a few years back, they don’t wish to take any chances. So there are plans in place to remove them. However, that will leave a position open. And the Prince wanted my opinion on who should fill it.’

Christina sat up. ‘And why are you telling me this?’ She frowned. ‘You’re not going to sit here and tell me how you sang my praises to the Prince, are you? It didn’t exactly end well the last time. If you get me stuck in an even worse job than this….’

Michael held up his hands in defence. ‘No, actually, I didn’t get the chance. The Prince asked me about you directly. They didn’t say they were considering you for the position, but they did seem to think you’d be interested. They asked me to invite you to a meeting about it tomorrow night. The candidates will be there. I don’t think they know that’s why they’re being summoned.’ He paused. ‘I think the Prince wanted me to get you there with some excuse, but you always seem to see through my lies.’

‘That’s because you’re a terrible liar.’ Christina sighed. ‘So am I being considered for the position or not? I’m confused.’

Michael shrugged and spread his hands. ‘I really don’t know.’

Christina scoffed. ‘Nothing’s ever straightforward with the Camarilla, is it?’ She lifted her glass to her lips and swallowed the whiskey in one, relishing the burn in her throat. ‘Well, you can send the Prince my apologies. I have plans tomorrow night.’

‘Really?’ Michael looked confused. ‘I thought you’d jump at the chance, Christina. You’re always saying how bored you are where you are now.’

‘Do you think I’d be any happier being even more firmly under the Prince’s thumb?’ She got to her feet and went back to the bar for more whiskey. ‘They gave me this job so they could keep an eye on me, Michael. I hardly have any freedom as it is.’ She paused, her pride bristling. ‘Besides, if the Prince wants to offer me a new position, they have my number. I’m not interested in competing with a bunch of arse-licking sycophants in some stupid game to win their approval.’

Michael stared at her, bewildered. ‘I really don’t understand you,’ he said.

Christina snorted. ‘That much is evident.’

He got to his feet. ‘I’ve offended you,’ he said. ‘I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention.’

‘I know.’ Christina waved his apology away. ‘But all the same, I don’t much feel like having company any more.’

Michael’s face fell, and for a moment Christina almost relented and asked him to stay. He looked so crestfallen, she felt like she’d kicked a puppy. But she didn’t. He nodded and straightened his jacket. ‘Of course. I’ll see myself out.’ He turned to go, then hesitated. ‘I’ll be at the meeting,’ he said. ‘Shall I keep you updated?’

Christina shrugged. ‘Sure. You have my number.’

‘Alright. Goodnight, Christina. It was lovely to see you again.’

She watched him leave, then dropped onto the sofa with a groan of frustration. She knew the sort of mind games the Prince liked to play, and she did not want to open herself up to that. But the truth was, she was interested in being Seneschal. She’d been thinking about how she wanted more power that very night! But was this the way she wanted to do it? Being the Seneschal? It would put her closer to the Prince and make her the natural successor, should anything happen. But if she thought her freedoms were restricted now….

Yes, but … Seneschal of London, Chris!

She sighed and sipped at her whiskey. She was going to need to think about this.

[90s-music-tourney]

Here are the polls as well

Beautiful by Christina Aguilera - Bootylicious by Destiny's Child

Sugar we're goin down by Fallout Boy - Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance

Low by Flo Rida - Love Story by Taylor Swift

Get the Party Started by P!nk - I gotta Feeling by Black Eyed Peas

Chewing Gum by Annie - I write sins not tragedies by Panic! At the Disco

Do you realize by The Flaming Lips - Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand

I'm Yours by Jason Mraz - Sexyback by Justin Timberlake

TiK ToK by Ke$ha - It's my life by Bon Jovi

A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton - Misery Business by Paramore

She Hates Me by Puddle Of Mudd - Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It) by Beyonce

Butterfly by Crazy Town - All my Life by Foo Fighters

The Dog Days are Over by Florence + the Machine - Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani

Lollipop by Mika - Seven Nation Army by White Stripes

Harder Better Faster Stronger by Daft Punk - Gives you Hell by All American Rejects

Milkshake by Kelis - My Hips Don't Lie by Shakira

Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavigne - Bring Me to Life by Evanescence

This Love by Maroon 5 - Stan by Eminem

Fireflies by Owl City - Fuck the pain away by Peaches

1985 by Bowling for Soup - Float On by Modest Mouse

Pokerface by Lady Gaga - 4 minutes by Madonna and Justin Timberlake

Fallin by Alicia Keys - Beautiful Girls by Sean Kingston

It's gonna be Me By Nsync - Umbrella by Rihanna

Drop it like it's Hot by Snoop Dogg - Dilemma by Nelly and Kelly Rowland

Paper Planes by M.I.A. - Rehab by Amy Winehouse

In da Club by 50 Cent - Work It by Missy Elliott

Numb by Linkin Park - Before he cheats by Carrie Underwood

Survivor By Destiny's Child - Since U Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson

Chop Suey By System of a Down - Hot N Cold by Katy Perry

Crazy by Gnarls Barkley - Sandstorm by Darude

White Flag by Dido - Short Skirt/Long Jacket by CAKE

Feel Good Inc by the Gorillaz - Toxic by Britney Spears

Caramelldansen by Caramell - Hurt by Johnny Cash

Californication by the Red Hot Chili Peppers - Everytime we touch by Cascada

Watcha Say by Jason Derulo - Hey There Delilah by Plain White Tees

Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus - Smooth Criminal by alien Ant Farm

I believe in a thing called love by the darkness - All the Small Things By Blink 182

Photograph by Nickelback - Hash Pipe by Weezer

The Middle by Jimmy Eat World - Stacy's Mom by Fountains for Wayne

All for you by Janet Jackson - I'm a Believer by Smash Mouth

Yeah! by Usher - Beautiful Day by U2

Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me) by Train - Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

Unwell by MatchBox Twenty - Bad day by Daniel Powter

American Idiot by Green Day - Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

Brave as a noun by AJJ - The Past Is a Grotesque Animal by Of Montreal

Somebody Told Me by the Killers - Crazy in Love by Beyonce and Jay Z

99 Problems by Jay-Z - How to Save a Life by The Fray

Can't get you out of my head by Kylie Monogue - Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down

Hey Ya by Outkast - Vida La Vida by Coldplay

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"I'm that Boleyn girl and I'm up next See, I broke England from the church Yeah, I'm that sexy Why did I lose my head? Well, my sleeves may be green But my lipstick's red"

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