Ability and Affinty/aversion quest!
It's time for you to get back into the spotlight again, Mignon. You need to audition for a local production of a play of your choice, and then attend the classes that have been provided to help you with character portrayal. These classes include two of the following: dialects, mime, improv, stage combat, or classical texts (i.e. Shakespeare).
It'd been quite some time since Mignon had went down to the local community center. She'd been quite busy with work and hadn't even been able to make her usual swimming classes. Not that she feared for her physical appearance, no. Swimming was just something that was fun. And it involved bikinis. A plus.
While passing the buliten board on her way to the locker room, Mignon stopped. Huh. Local theater group. Twirling one curly around her fingertip, she reached out and ripped off the contact number, and then continued to the pool.
Over lunch, she phoned the number for more information, went home to change and shower, and went to the location she'd been given. The regulars were not impressed with this blonde haired, sunglasses wearing, bubble-gum chewing teenager that moved into their midsts. The glitter makeup that she wore also didn't improve their opinions, and the way she casually flipped through the script made them wonder why she was even there.
Of course, when the young woman actually got on stage, now, that was a different story. She knew the lines spot on, and while her phrasing and accent were both not that great, she had a presence on stage. There was something about her that was good.
When she came off stage, snapping her gum, there was something on her face that said that she knew exactly what they thought. "So." She said, smirking. "You boys think I'm any good?"
"You're all right." All right was an understatement, and as soon as he said it, the nasty smile on her face just grew.
"Oh, I think we both know I'm better than that." She popped her gum again. "When you posting parts?"
A week from Friday was what the man told her, and Mignon left like she had came. She returned again a week later, she smiled. A good role. True, Shakespeare wasn't her thing, but, hey. Lady Macbeth was a good role, expecially when you were her age.
Of course, with the girl's holier-than-thou attitude and general nastiness, she didn't have to act much.
However, to keep her part, Mignon was required to go to classes, which would, apparently teach her how to be better.
Whatever.
She chose to take classical texts (Since she could say the lines fine, but had no understanding of the meaning behind the words) and the one on dialects, since she couldn't fake an accent to safe her life.
The second class was no problem. It took a lot of practice and some studying, but she was fine with it. It was fun, and useful to be able to fake something. The classical text class, however... Now, that was a different story. Through the whole class she usually just tapped her lower lip with a pen, pouting. This was hard. Why couldn't people just say what they meant?! That symbolism crap was bullshit, and Mignon wasn't afraid to let that be known.
Just like her teacher wasn't afraid to let her know that she was an idiot. Stupid human b*****d.
"How can you expect to be able to portray something if you don't know the meaning behind it?" He asked, one finger pointed at her. There were giggles directed towards her.
Mignon hated being laughed at.
"Easy!" Mignon retorted. "so what if I don't know what some of this Shakespearian crap means? I know her motivations, and that's just as important as anything the words meant back in the day!" Mignon said, glaring at this man, this disgusting man who dared to try and talk her down.
More laughter. More hatred.
"So, you think you can just act with your heart, huh?" The man snorted.
"I think I can act like a woman who knows what she wants. what her divine purpose is. I can most assuredly portray someone who is better than those around her, above what she has, and is not afraid to do what she has to to get what she wants. You speak to me of knowledge of words. I have knowledge of the soul. So, yes, good teacher. I think that just acting with my heart and my talent with knowledge of the words and what kind of a woman she is will serve me just fine." Mignon snorted. Pathetic.
The laughter had stopped partway through what she had said. For a moment, Mignon was quite easily Lady Macbeth.
Her basic lack of higher intelligence might have been a problem. But not when the character she was playing was so close to herself.
She passed the dialect class with high marks. The other one... Not so well. After that class, she didn't bother showing up. Education? Psh. Not for her. Never would be.
