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To be completely honest, Jessa wanted to remain behind the stage fixing sets, helping with the lighting, giving cues, aiding rehearsals and keeping out of the spotlight as much as possible. The stage wasn't exactly her home and she was no Rooney Bronwyn.
That being said, there was a spot for 'Narrator'. Chances were, the Narrator would stay out of sight the entire time and even if it didn't, she bet it wouldn't require nearly as many dramatics and theatrics as playing an actual character, so that was what she was here for. The Narrator. It was the role that provided information to the general public and as luck would have it, she LOVED passing on random tidbits of information to others. Clearly she was born for the role. All she had to do was convince Professor Meyers of the same. How hard could it be?
Stepping cautiously into the audition room, Jessa spotted the Herbology Professor almost immediately. Having been busy trying to get ready for her own part, she hadn't bothered to look in on the others. This was probably for the best, no need to psych herself out ahead of time.
With only the faintest bit of hesitation (brought on by uncertainty), the Ravenclaw took to the stage. For the briefest moment, her mind flooded with the fear she may suddenly forget the lines she spent the better part of the morning rehearsing but she took several breaths, willing the fear away.
Ahem.
Jessa moved to centre stage, turning to face the Professor full on. "I ate them." She began firmly. It was important to start strong, but even with this strength of tone, the young girl kept her tone light...nonchalant even. "That’s right. I ate the divorce papers, Charles. I ate them with ketchup. And they were good...goooood." Her voice dragged the second time, emphasis just where it needed to be. "You probably want me to get serious about our divorce. The thing is you always called our marriage a joke. So let’s use logic here." At this, she turned and paced a few steps in both directions while she put up first one finger then another in similar fashion to someone stating a point. "If A. we never had a serious marriage then B. we can’t have a serious divorce. No. We can’t. The whole thing’s a farce, Charles – a farce that tastes good with ketchup."
Jessa turned to face the Professor again, as if ready to ask him a question. "I mean, wasn’t it last week, your dad asked you the reason you walked down that aisle with me, and you said “for the exercise.” Ha, ha. That’s funny." She paused for an obviously faked laugh. "You’re a funny guy, Charles. I’m laughing, not a crying. Ha, ha. I’m laughing because you’re about to give up on a woman who is infinitely lovable."
There was the briefest of pauses as her mind tried to pull the next line back to memory. The sudden rush of trying to get her lines out correctly had left her brain somewhat frazzled but she made the pause work for her before diving right back in. "For instance: Paul. He has loved me since the eighth grade. Sure, he’s a little creepy, but he reeeeally loves me." She shifted her weight onto her right leg, folding her arms at waist, using the fingers on one hand to continue making gestures as if she was stating facts. "He’s made one hundred twenty seven passes at me, proposed forty seven times, and sent me over two hundred original love sonnets. He sees something in me, Charles. And he writes it down, in metered verse!"
She ended just as strong as when she'd begun, her tone skirting the line of indignation even while it set it's roots in frustration. Jessa stood there for a few seconds in silence, maintaining her stance and her facial expression before breaking into a wide grin and taking a bow.
The rush of adrenaline that still coursed through her was slowing down but until it was fully gone, she would have to contend with a heart that insisted on beating too quickly.
Bow taken, she straightened and headed from the stage but not before reminding the Professor again that she'd have really liked to be Narrator. It was probably all in his notes but she had to be sure, OKAY????
OOC: Taken from the play, "Goodbye Charles"
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______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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