Natalie nodded as she took the papers, and spent the next few moments reading the text over. The conclusion she came to was that while it was unfamiliar it was relatable. It was just like wanting to sing all kinds of songs, tell all kinds of stories.
She started with a shake of her head. "Look, I'm not one of those pieces of fluff you see in men's magazines," she said. "Does that make me less of a woman? It does not. And I'm a fool because for some stupid reason I think it does." Shrug. What could you do? "And so I buy contact lenses and clothes I can't really afford. You think I'd of learned by now. You think I'd have learned at the start…"
She paused and looked away, remembering. This particular incident… "David even had to get me a date for my high school formal," she continued, with a slight pout. It was pout-worthy, darnit! "I was on the decoration committee. I put together the whole thing. Nobody asked me to go. David rounded up his friends and told them one of them had to invite me or he'd beat them all up. I think perhaps they drew straws." Wrinkling of the nose, disdain, even if it was faint. "I didn't know. Suddenly I was invited, that's all that mattered." Brief, light smile. "I was so happy." The smile went away, and she shrugged again. "Well, it was something that couldn't be kept quiet, David's blackmail. I heard rumors. I confronted David. He wouldn't admit what he'd done but I knew…"
Another pause, like she was weighing the decision again.
"I got very sick the night of the prom. A twenty-four hour thing." One final shrug. "David meant well."
She may not have been very good at serving fast food, but on stage she was a star. Even if in a kind of a charmingly naive, youthful way. And also far more open and lively than actual Natalie was.
Once done, she broke character with an expectant grin.
"Uh, yeah, are the results -- I mean, the cast lists, are they going to go up soon?" she wondered, unaware that this version of her wouldn't be around to see them. "I kind of just quit my job and need something new to focus on."
Staying in her room and plotting against gremlins, mostly.
Natalie chuckled and waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, I know, and believe me, the fast food thing wasn't either, really." Especially since she didn't actually work there and never had. "This is more like something new to focus on, futurewise. I'm looking to make it in show biz someday, and this is the first step."
She started with a shake of her head. "Look, I'm not one of those pieces of fluff you see in men's magazines," she said. "Does that make me less of a woman? It does not. And I'm a fool because for some stupid reason I think it does." Shrug. What could you do? "And so I buy contact lenses and clothes I can't really afford. You think I'd of learned by now. You think I'd have learned at the start…"
She paused and looked away, remembering. This particular incident… "David even had to get me a date for my high school formal," she continued, with a slight pout. It was pout-worthy, darnit! "I was on the decoration committee. I put together the whole thing. Nobody asked me to go. David rounded up his friends and told them one of them had to invite me or he'd beat them all up. I think perhaps they drew straws." Wrinkling of the nose, disdain, even if it was faint. "I didn't know. Suddenly I was invited, that's all that mattered." Brief, light smile. "I was so happy." The smile went away, and she shrugged again. "Well, it was something that couldn't be kept quiet, David's blackmail. I heard rumors. I confronted David. He wouldn't admit what he'd done but I knew…"
Another pause, like she was weighing the decision again.
"I got very sick the night of the prom. A twenty-four hour thing." One final shrug. "David meant well."
She may not have been very good at serving fast food, but on stage she was a star. Even if in a kind of a charmingly naive, youthful way. And also far more open and lively than actual Natalie was.
Once done, she broke character with an expectant grin.
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"Thanks!" Troy said, grinning back. "I think that'll give us a good idea, yeah. Did you have any questions for us?"
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Staying in her room and plotting against gremlins, mostly.
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Community theatre was many things. A lucrative career path? Not one of them.
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And how to avoid incidents with two chickens, a hula hoop, and a blender. That was generally helpful.
[I am so sorry, I thought I'd replied to this hours ago.]
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