Practice {Owen}
Aug 25, 2008 20:42:19 GMT -5
Post by Cassandra Graham on Aug 25, 2008 20:42:19 GMT -5
Cassandra wasn't overly happy as she walked over to the Theater, really hoping she'd find it empty, because if she didn't it wouldn't be pretty for anyone who was in there. Honestly, for all this stupid Academy was worth, it couldn't even bother to have a schedule for practices? She wanted to try and do her monologue a few times today, she figured the Theater would be the best place to do so, but she didn't want to be bothered by someone else who told themselves they had talent, honestly. She didn't really think it would make sense, either. After all, there were a lot of students around, and she didn't think a lot of them would want to share their practicing time with someone random. And even if they did, she couldn't care less - she sure as Hell didn't want to. Actually, if anyone entered the Theater while she was practicing, they wouldn't even believe how fast she'd be on their ass, and if they didn't leave the instant they came in, she was pretty sure she'd find a way of dealing with that within the few minutes to follow. Whoever walked in wouldn't even believe it.
She let out a frustrated sigh when she finally got to the door that lead to the audience, frowning a bit as she wondered if there'd be anybody in there. She really hoped not, because she wasn't in a mood to actually get bitching, she was in the mood to act. Act for real. Cassandra was usually known for her attitude, her ways with people, how mean and bitchy she could get, which she couldn't deny. It was a bit of her trademark, not that she enjoyed it overly, but it was a pattern. Still, sometimes it did annoy her a bit that she was known for the bad stuff. Oh, she didn't really mean to change that - she didn't really know what good points of her personality she could be known for anyway. Still, the fact that people talked about the latest gossip about her rather than her acting skills or something like that. After all, it wasn't as though she lacked the talent - there was a reason why she was here, and it wasn't the money, unlike what most people thought. Sure, there were a few things more she'd gotten because of that, but she'd earn her way to the Academy with her acting skills, not her father's bank account.
Without much of an hesitation when she was done thinking on that, she pushed the door opened strongly and stepped inside the Theater, letting her eyes roam around, a smile of satisfaction gracing her lips when she noticed that she was indeed alone. Now, that would make things a lot better. For one thing, she wouldn't have to get annoyed just yet, and then she'd get more time to actually work on the text she had to rehearse. Learning it wasn't much of a problem, she had a good memory, but the moving and all that was something else. After all, when she practiced somewhere else, like in her dorm room, she couldn't really know where to walk to, how to turn, all those things for which she needed the stage. So it was always preferable to actually get to practice on the stage, but she didn't like to be watched when she meant to practice on her own. It was actually something a bit surprising, when you thought on it, because she was the kind of girl who was often the center of attention, and who liked to be too. However, when practicing, she preferred not to be noticed. Maybe it was because she wanted people to wait until everything was entirely perfect to see her - not wanting them to see her with her imperfections.
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