the boy from noosa
lately, i've developed an unlikely crush on someone in my acting class. he really doesn't fit my usual mold. so, how much does he differ? let me count the ways...
... much younger than me
... still pimply
... hair is too emo
... probably regarded as ugly to most
... very skinny
... he is of an indiscernible heritage, but i suspect he might be part aboriginal/fijian
... oh, and he might very well be gay [ 點解!!!!!! ]
but his presence is magnetic, and he has one of the most pristinely clear voices i've ever heard.
i was secretly hoping that he would be my acting partner for our scene work portion, but due to a regrettably uneventful plot this tale of unrequited love would have to suffer, this pairing could not be had.
instead, perhaps the only encounter that would be left lingering with me would be the time he said in response to my offering him a ride somewhere that one rainy night - "thanks, but i'll just take the bus home."
and then in slow-mo, he turns his back and walks out into the rain with his head down and hands in his pockets. cut to flashbacks of the past 7 weeks of our time together in class with swelling music in the background. the act ends with me turning and walking in the other direction and camera zooms out and pans up to the street light illuminating the entrance of the building in the pouring rain. fade to black.
i know, i think the only thing acting class did do was make me more dramatic.
... much younger than me
... still pimply
... hair is too emo
... probably regarded as ugly to most
... very skinny
... he is of an indiscernible heritage, but i suspect he might be part aboriginal/fijian
... oh, and he might very well be gay [ 點解!!!!!! ]
but his presence is magnetic, and he has one of the most pristinely clear voices i've ever heard.
i was secretly hoping that he would be my acting partner for our scene work portion, but due to a regrettably uneventful plot this tale of unrequited love would have to suffer, this pairing could not be had.
instead, perhaps the only encounter that would be left lingering with me would be the time he said in response to my offering him a ride somewhere that one rainy night - "thanks, but i'll just take the bus home."
and then in slow-mo, he turns his back and walks out into the rain with his head down and hands in his pockets. cut to flashbacks of the past 7 weeks of our time together in class with swelling music in the background. the act ends with me turning and walking in the other direction and camera zooms out and pans up to the street light illuminating the entrance of the building in the pouring rain. fade to black.
i know, i think the only thing acting class did do was make me more dramatic.