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Deandra "Sweet Dee" Reynolds ([personal profile] not_a_bird) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2019-02-04 06:44 am
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Acting 101; Monday, First Period [02/04].

Sweet Dee had barely made it in to teach her acting class that morning. Sweet Dee had actually forgotten she had to teach an acting class that morning, and only remembered when she barely had enough time to get back from Philly after spending the weekend back there to get completely wasted with the gang for the Super Bowl, as was tradition. Somehow (she wasn't sure how, exactly, it was all a bit of a blur), she'd managed to make it in just a few minutes into the class period actually starting. And thank god she taught a bullshit class like acting, where just popping on a movie could be considered "research" and "getting to know your craft," which was basically the set-up she was leaning into as she somewhat groggily explained to the kids that what they were watching was a classic and it had to do with acting and Hollywood, and, not only that, but it was critically acclaimed for its high-quality direction, writing, and performances, so take notes, kids!

And while the movie was playing, Sweet Dee was just going to huddle around a very large cup of coffee, wince frequently as she wondered if the volume was too loud (it wasn't), and wonder if anyone would have any beef if she smoked in here. She would totally crack a window.
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Re: Sign In - Acting, 02/04.

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Norman Babcock
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Re: Sign In - Acting, 02/04.

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Astrid Magnussen
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Re: Watch the Movie - Acting, 02/04.

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Astrid smiled faintly once she realized what that movie they were going to watch was, settling in as comfortably as she could in her chair to enjoy it. Even though television was a forbidden object in the Magnussen household, she'd still had a silver-screen obsessed neighbor who had taken her under his wing a little, especially on those days and evenings where Ingrid had disappeared to gallavant around with her readings and parties that she didn't actually bring Astrid to as well, and this one had been one of Michael's absolute favorites.

That fact alone was going to make her feel a little homesick, though, without even getting into the familiar setting, all those memories tied into such an iconic, bizarro world that she'd once considered home.