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"Doubt by John Patrick Shanley. Auditions are the week before classes begin. Luckily this isn't the first play the college has done with nuns in it, so I won't have to sew a ton of habits, hopefully. It's more set work than costume work," which was more backbreaking. Hopefully they got a good cast to help.

Bell was familiar with the play, although she'd never been in it. Most knew the semi-recent movie based on it, though.

"I'm not too excited. I'd rather have another musical."

Something high energy and less somber. If the director had wanted something dealing with nuns he could have at least chosen Sister Act, but it seemed said director was being pressured from the head of the school lately. Probably due to budget or something. Acting was supposed to be a getaway from the serious nature that was their lives these days. Oh well...

"There was a movie done based on it recently. I haven't seen it to know how close to source it is though." Bell tried not to watch film adaptions of plays, because then she'd be ranting for hours. There might have been a particularly lengthy rant about Les Misérables when it was in movie theaters, and again upon it's DVD debut.

"But yeah, I'll let you read over the script. I'm not going for any big role this time, so it's not like I'll be needing it too much. A small role will be a vacation, practically."

Sometimes Bell could feel herself being too wound tight. Ranting and complaining could only help so much, until you realized just how much you did it. Then she feel bad for being such a Negative-Nancy. But what can one do or say when there is little light to one's life anymore? Bell had spent a lot of time outside looking in these past years that the war had held her in its grip. Now she often wondered if the world was worth saving.

It was hard to miss how heavy the negativity weighed on her, and how tired these things made her feel. Bell was grateful that Jamie could endure her - at times, even astounded. Maybe it was because they both seemed to understand where one another was coming from; they shared so much in common, after all. She tried not to burden or rely on him too much though, but there were some days she couldn't help but linger on their parting hug a little longer, hold a little tighter.

So much for fortitude, when one was crumbling inside, eh?

"hmmm," Bell smiled a little, "We could, but where?"

With Bell, anywhere was a viable option, and Jamie need not worry about the cost. She'd never thought about places she'd like to go. At least, not in the years since the war, and since Ainsley. She'd kind of figured herself stuck here. Even went so far as to give up a dream of acting for the more sensible 'theatre arts teacher' route. She'd made her world a small one, and that perhaps lent to her sad little view of it.

Practicality overcame dreams, and without dreams the spirit suffers. She'd like to dream again.

Bell leaned back, faking being hit by the air punch when an alarm on her phone started going off. A quick flick across the screen made it stop, and bell slowly set to gathering the few things she'd brought.

"Looks like I better get going," Bell had things to do that she probably would have forgotten if she hadn't set an alarm; Places to be and teachers to be dealt with.

"I'll think on the vacation thing. No where really comes to mind off the top of my head," She smiled a bit. She'd have to paruse 'the Google.'