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Deandra "Sweet Dee" Reynolds ([personal profile] not_a_bird) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2019-01-14 05:47 am
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Acting 101; Monday, First Period [01/14].

Well. Sweet Dee was officially at this teaching gig longer than her last one, unless, she guessed, you were basing it on hours put in instead of time elapsed, but, either way, she did not know what to make of that. The class itself wasn't bad, but this whole town was just weird and boring and she wouldn't go so far as to say she missed the gang, buuut...

...but she was still there, and she was still trying to smile like she wanted to be there, but her ability to do even that was fading fast.

"Hey, you guys," she said. "Good morning. Welcome baack. Now, so far, we've covered scripted with your monologues and improv with the activity from last week, and I was thinking this week, maybe we can get a discussion going and have you guys chime in on what you'd like to work on. Why are you taking this class? What are you hoping to get out of it?"

In other words, please give her ideas. At this point in the game was probably about when she tried proposing a trip to Broadway so those uncultured little snots could actually see live theater, which might not be a bad idea to try with these guys, it would definitely be a lot cheaper with the three of them, so...maybe! But she'd been lazy about potentially putting that together.

Little did she know that this school's field trip policies were way more lenient.

"And," she continued, "I figured we can also tap a little into the idea of character creation today, too. Remember the first week, when I mentioned stage names? Well, sometimes, the person you portray to the public is just as much a character as something you might play for on the stage and screen. People like a celebrity who's interesting, which isn't going to happen if you're just some Joe Schmo from Kokomo, am I right? So I thought, today, after we talk about where you'd like to see this class go, we can take a moment to think of some good stage names," because your names, kids, they're bad. They're all bad, "and maybe a little about who this dramatis personæ," a little preening for the Latin there, yes, "might be.

"Okay, then, who wants to go first?"

[[ocd is....up! Have at it.]]
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Re: Sign In - Acting, 01/14.

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Astrid Magnussen
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Re: Sign In - Acting, 01/14.

[personal profile] always_someone 2019-01-14 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Norman Babcock
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Re: Class Activity - Acting, 01/14.

[personal profile] always_someone 2019-01-14 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm... pretty sure I'm that one loner who keeps everybody guessing, and nobody is quite sure where I got my start, but it probably involves ghosts."

Look, it seemed like a good backstory to Norman.

Since it was true.
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Re: Class Activity - Acting, 01/14.

[personal profile] always_someone 2019-01-14 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure," Norman replied easily. "The spooky reclusive type, you know? Live in a big old house on the hill that everyone speculates is haunted."

... Like his insane, now dead hermit great-uncle.

Oh no. He'd made an error.

"Just to keep people guessing, of course."
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Re: Class Activity - Acting, 01/14.

[personal profile] white_oleander 2019-01-14 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I actually really like my name?" Astrid offered out, though she was honestly a little reluctant since it was pretty clear that Ms. Reynolds was already not a very big fan of hers. "I mean, it's unique. How many Astrids do you hear about? So that'll help me stand out, and Astrid sounds like astral, which makes people think of stars..."

Magnussen, however, she could see someone making a case about, and she shifted slightly. "So maybe...Astrid....Starr." A little on the nose, but a slight homage to her born-again stripper former foster mother who, in another life far distant from this one, would have shot her in the stomach for sleeping with her boyfriend. "And...I guess, I'd have gotten into acting to escape my past, where..." She paused, to make it seem like she was making something up instead of literally just picking from her own life, which no one here knew about anyway and was almost wild enough to seem like it was a lie, "my poet mother was incarcerated for murdering someone, and acting was an opportunity to start on my own way."