Day Seventy-two: Budapest
Despite her halting English, there's a playfulness about her which makes us get on right from the start. The theme of her show is to be Ördögi Angyalok, Evil Angels and Angyuli Ördögok, Angelic Devils.
'Michael, I want you to be a little bit devil, a little bit angel.'
'So I'm kind of bi-moral. A little bit good, a little bit bad.'
She looks baffled.
Now she looks interested, possibly even a little shocked.
I decide that it's better not to pursue this one and we get on with the fitting.
She has in mind a close-fitting black leather jacket with a white appliqué design of men, women, snakes and general coiling and couplings.
'Would you like a skirt?'
'Erm... well... '
'Black lace skirt with white lining?'
'A sort of see-through kilt?'
Fortunately she laughs at this and the skirt is dropped, in a manner of speaking.
Measurements are taken and I'm required to come in tomorrow for a second fitting. The big night will be in two days' time.
I like Katti. She's bright and inventive but her years in theatre have stopped her from taking herself too seriously. And I like it that she's always coming up with new ideas. I'm heading for the door when I hear her little voice behind me.
'D'you want wings?'
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- Series: New Europe
- Chapter: Day Seventy-two: Budapest
- Country/sea: Hungary
- Place: Budapest
- Book page no: 174
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