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fandomhigh2019-01-28 07:09 am
not_a_bird) wrote in fandomhigh2019-01-28 07:09 am
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Acting 101; Monday, First Period [01/28].
Most of Sweet Dee's week was a little bit of a blur, which wasn't anything unusual, but that did mean that not only had she almost forgotten that she'd assigned homework for her class, she'd almost entirely forgotten she had a class at all. Look, this thing had lasted nearly twice as long as the last time now, she'd lived a pretty rote and predictable life for years now, shaping America's youth never really bothered to factor into it too much, except on rare occassions where it was entirely a bad idea and America's youth would have been much better off without her.
And this was no exception.
She did wake up that morning with very much of an 'oh shit!' moment that involved some flailing and rushing and then a moment to remember that at least she didn't have to deal with traffic or public transportation (shudder), because this island was tiny and it took her more time to drop a morning duece than it did to get to the school. And it took her even less time than that to throw something together because of the assignment she'd forgotten she'd given, so you know that was going to be great.
And hey! Costumes! Perfect. So, barely, by the time class started, the students would arrive to find Sweet Dee sitting at the front of the room in Colonial dress, pretending to be seweing an cheaply made American flag.
"'Allo, loves!" said Sweet Dee, in an accent that was...sure, British, we'll go with that. "It turns out your lovely teacher couldn't be in today; all you've got is me, Betsy Ross, 'ero of the American Revolution and creator of this here flag," she lifted the completely anacronistic prop for emphasis. "I hear tell you all were supposed to research a historical figure, like me!, and think about how you might perform as them like in some magical moving picture. Now thar's some costumes right over there, loves, if you'd like to really bring up your performances a notch, so 'oo wants to begin? Come on up, and we'll see if we can guess 'oo you are! Though I might have a bit 'o trouble guessin', if you happened to pick anyone after..." Yeah, that was Sweet Dee totally taking a long moment to check her phone, "....1836!"
No, no one could accuse Deandra of being any good at this sort of thing. But no one could accuse her of a lack of dedication, either.
And this was no exception.
She did wake up that morning with very much of an 'oh shit!' moment that involved some flailing and rushing and then a moment to remember that at least she didn't have to deal with traffic or public transportation (shudder), because this island was tiny and it took her more time to drop a morning duece than it did to get to the school. And it took her even less time than that to throw something together because of the assignment she'd forgotten she'd given, so you know that was going to be great.
And hey! Costumes! Perfect. So, barely, by the time class started, the students would arrive to find Sweet Dee sitting at the front of the room in Colonial dress, pretending to be seweing an cheaply made American flag.
"'Allo, loves!" said Sweet Dee, in an accent that was...sure, British, we'll go with that. "It turns out your lovely teacher couldn't be in today; all you've got is me, Betsy Ross, 'ero of the American Revolution and creator of this here flag," she lifted the completely anacronistic prop for emphasis. "I hear tell you all were supposed to research a historical figure, like me!, and think about how you might perform as them like in some magical moving picture. Now thar's some costumes right over there, loves, if you'd like to really bring up your performances a notch, so 'oo wants to begin? Come on up, and we'll see if we can guess 'oo you are! Though I might have a bit 'o trouble guessin', if you happened to pick anyone after..." Yeah, that was Sweet Dee totally taking a long moment to check her phone, "....1836!"
No, no one could accuse Deandra of being any good at this sort of thing. But no one could accuse her of a lack of dedication, either.