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Daemon · 09-26-2017, 10:18 PM

Philippa was prepared. She was born prepared. Born ready. Born to be a star! She'd obviously done auditions before, for much bigger productions than a small Hogwarts play. She was once in a movie! When she was nine. She had four lines and a scene where she needed to cry. It had been the best few days of her life and the director had told her she would be the biggest, brightest actress ever.

Clutching her little booklet with her act in it, Philippa glanced over the words she obviously already knew off by heart. She was born for this remember? She was READY. To pass the time she took out a little mirror from her robe pocket, busying herself with making sure every single hair was in place, and checking that the teeeeeeny bit of lipstick she'd put on was still there. She wasn't allowed make up unless it was for work or auditions, and this was an audition even if it wasn't a proper production company so it was still totally allowed. Plus no one would tell Dad here.

Hearing her name at long last, the brunette beamed and entered the room with all the confidence in the entire universe. She had this. She totally had this. She missed Papa a little, because he always kissed her forehead and wished her luck before she'd go in, but she was a big girl now and she didn't need it really. ... Well, maybe a little bit.

Maybe a lot.

Rubbing her face and imagining shiny lights with her name on them, Philippa bounded in front of Professor Myers and smiled at him her best showbiz smile, with lots of teeth and big bright eyes. Slightly demonic, but that's how it's supposed to be apparently. She went to see musicals at the West End and they all smiled like that.

"Hello professor!" the first year waved with a little finger wiggling at the Herbology professor and Drama club teacher. "I'll be doing a little bit from one of my favourite musicals, but I won't sing unless you need a singer, and then I can sing! Okay, I'm ready." She rolled her shoulders and jumped a little in the spot, before taking a deep breath and transforming into her character. Who was, basically, exactly like herself but louder, bigger, brighter, blonder, more amazing and definitely her favourite musical character ever.

"Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I," Philippa began, telling her story to Myers as she strode across the floor, chin up and a little bounce to her step, hands clasped behind her back and looking as regal as she could. Then she paused, giggled with her hand over her mouth, and winked at the Professor, "and let's face it, who isn't less fortunate than I?" With a little happy sigh, she resumed her walking. "My tender heart starts to bleed!"

Into it, she nodded several times to make her point, then leaned back and tossed her hair. "When someone needs a makeover, I simply just have to take over see, because I know, mmhm, I know exactly what they'll need!" Hands on her hips, Philippa struck a pose and nodded several times more, remembering her drama teacher's lesson to over-exaggerate because it makes people laugh. Here she was, Madame Boussard! She hoped he'd laugh. Philippa really wanted Myers to laugh.

"And even in your case," she pointed at Myers, and ran lightly to him, "though it's the toughest case I've yet to face," Philippa patted his head with a look of pity and mild glee because she was an actress and Glinda was supposed to feel pity at this part, yes she was. Philippa continued on, stage whispering next, "don't worry, I'm determined to succeed! Just follow my lead, and yes indeed you will be-" A pause. For drama. Then she leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"Popular!"

With a satisfied nod, a giggle and a little clap, Philippa hurried back to the floor in front of him and spun twice around herself, ending up facing him with copious amounts of joyful excitement. "Popular!" she repeated, yelling the world loudly as she threw her arms above her head. "You're going to be p-o-p-u-l-a-r! I'll teach you the proper poise!" Philippa showed said poise, by taking in a large gulp her air with her head held sky high, pretending she had a ball gown on as she sashayed across the floor. "For when you talk to boys," she erupted in little giggles, truly her signature move. She knew how to giggle very well. "Little ways to flirt, and flounce!" she swayed her hips, held up her hair and winked again, as precocious and theatrical as she was taught to be.

"I'll even show you what shoes to wear," she nodded and smiled widely, putting a hand over her chest and to show the thoughtfulness, really, because picking correct shoes really was very important. She was totally not acting here, she really believed this part. "How to fix your hair too! Really, everything that counts to be popular!" she paced around the stage, showing off her hair, her clothes (regular school robes, but she was pretending they were the latest fashion in the wizarding world) and really, just how divine she was in absolutely every way.

"You'll hang with the right cohorts, and be good at sports," Philippa resumed her walking across the stage, making a muscle and pretending she had a gaggle of girls around her, acting her little heart out. "And know the slang you've got to know of course, so let's start," she nodded and folded her arms over her chest, jutting out her hip as she eyed the professor with a judgmental raise of her eyebrow. "Because really, we've got an awful long way to go." She shrugged, again over-exaggerating her movements for some comedy, and launched into the second verse.

The entire song was long, and Philippa didn't want to bore the professor even though she enjoyed doing it all, so the brunette cut out several chunks and did only a few more verses. Reaching the end, meaning she now reached that word that she always had to concentrate on because she almost always messed it up, Philippa summoned all the energy she had left.

"And though you protest, your disinterest," utmost concentration Philippa von Brandt. Utmost concentration! "I know clandestinely," TADA! She did it! She was the best the world has ever seen! "that you're going to grin!" she paused then, pointing towards her mouth which she downturned into a mocking frown, then transformed it into a truly massive beam, "and bear it!" Philippa nodded earnestly once more, driving home the fakeness that the character had in this part. It was her favourite part, the ending. It used to always make her laugh, but she understood it a little better now and it was just the BEST part. The best.

"You will be popular," the brunette nodded sagely, fixing her tie and patting down her skirt with a little smirk, "just not quite as popular," she reached up to her hair, letting it out in all its shiny, thick, heavenly brown glory, and ran to the front of the floor where she laughed, laughed and laughed some more, grinning brightly with a slight glint at Myers.

She was so good at the glint. She practiced it in the mirror for ages. The tiiiiny smirk was just so easy to do.

"... as ME!"

And it was over. So much fun! She'd been amazing! Oh, the best! Philippa loved Glinda, she just knew that she did that character so well. So well. Where was Papa. Papa would have been so proud! She clapped a little for herself too, just for good measure.

With a little curtsy, Philippa gathered her long hair into a bun. "Thank you Professor!" And with a little skip, she left the room to go find Beau and tell him all about how amazing she'd been. HA.

OOC: "Popular" from Wicked, performed as a dramatic reading rather than a song. Cut some of it out due to length, which she would have done too. <3

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Daemon Antipodean Opaleye Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: making playlists Posts: 9,746 Hogwarts RPG Name: Maggie Woods Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Levi Jourdan Slytherin Sixth Year x4 x2	Audition! PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main(): Philippa was prepared. She was born prepared. Born ready. Born to be a star! She'd obviously done auditions before, for much bigger productions than a small Hogwarts play. She was once in a movie! When she was nine. She had four lines and a scene where she needed to cry. It had been the best few days of her life and the director had told her she would be the biggest, brightest actress ever. Clutching her little booklet with her act in it, Philippa glanced over the words she obviously already knew off by heart. She was born for this remember? She was READY. To pass the time she took out a little mirror from her robe pocket, busying herself with making sure every single hair was in place, and checking that the teeeeeeny bit of lipstick she'd put on was still there. She wasn't allowed make up unless it was for work or auditions, and this was an audition even if it wasn't a proper production company so it was still totally allowed. Plus no one would tell Dad here. Hearing her name at long last, the brunette beamed and entered the room with all the confidence in the entire universe. She had this. She totally had this. She missed Papa a little, because he always kissed her forehead and wished her luck before she'd go in, but she was a big girl now and she didn't need it really. ... Well, maybe a little bit. Maybe a lot. Rubbing her face and imagining shiny lights with her name on them, Philippa bounded in front of Professor Myers and smiled at him her best showbiz smile, with lots of teeth and big bright eyes. Slightly demonic, but that's how it's supposed to be apparently. She went to see musicals at the West End and they all smiled like that. "Hello professor!" the first year waved with a little finger wiggling at the Herbology professor and Drama club teacher. "I'll be doing a little bit from one of my favourite musicals, but I won't sing unless you need a singer, and then I can sing! Okay, I'm ready." She rolled her shoulders and jumped a little in the spot, before taking a deep breath and transforming into her character. Who was, basically, exactly like herself but louder, bigger, brighter, blonder, more amazing and definitely her favourite musical character ever. "Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I," Philippa began, telling her story to Myers as she strode across the floor, chin up and a little bounce to her step, hands clasped behind her back and looking as regal as she could. Then she paused, giggled with her hand over her mouth, and winked at the Professor, "and let's face it, who isn't less fortunate than I?" With a little happy sigh, she resumed her walking. "My tender heart starts to bleed!" Into it, she nodded several times to make her point, then leaned back and tossed her hair. *"When someone needs a makeover, I simply just have* to take over see, because I know, mmhm, I know exactly what they'll need!" Hands on her hips, Philippa struck a pose and nodded several times more, remembering her drama teacher's lesson to over-exaggerate because it makes people laugh. Here she was, Madame Boussard! She hoped he'd laugh. Philippa really wanted Myers to laugh. "And even in your case," she pointed at Myers, and ran lightly to him, "though it's the toughest case I've yet to face," Philippa patted his head with a look of pity and mild glee because she was an actress and Glinda was supposed to feel pity at this part, yes she was. Philippa continued on, stage whispering next, "don't worry, I'm determined to succeed! Just follow my lead, and yes indeed you will be-" A pause. For drama. Then she leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Popular!" With a satisfied nod, a giggle and a little clap, Philippa hurried back to the floor in front of him and spun twice around herself, ending up facing him with copious amounts of joyful excitement. "Popular!" she repeated, yelling the world loudly as she threw her arms above her head. "You're going to be p-o-p-u-l-a-r! I'll teach you the proper poise!" Philippa showed said poise, by taking in a large gulp her air with her head held sky high, pretending she had a ball gown on as she sashayed across the floor. "For when you talk to boys," she erupted in little giggles, truly her signature move. She knew how to giggle very well. "Little ways to flirt, and flounce!" she swayed her hips, held up her hair and winked again, as precocious and theatrical as she was taught to be. "I'll even show you what shoes to wear," she nodded and smiled widely, putting a hand over her chest and to show the thoughtfulness, really, because picking correct shoes really was very important. She was totally not acting here, she really believed this part. "How to fix your hair too! Really, everything that counts to be popular!" she paced around the stage, showing off her hair, her clothes (regular school robes, but she was pretending they were the latest fashion in the wizarding world) and really, just how divine she was in absolutely every way. "You'll hang with the right cohorts, and be good at sports," Philippa resumed her walking across the stage, making a muscle and pretending she had a gaggle of girls around her, acting her little heart out. "And know the slang you've got to know of course, so let's start," she nodded and folded her arms over her chest, jutting out her hip as she eyed the professor with a judgmental raise of her eyebrow. "Because really, we've got an awful long way to go." She shrugged, again over-exaggerating her movements for some comedy, and launched into the second verse. The entire song was long, and Philippa didn't want to bore the professor even though she enjoyed doing it all, so the brunette cut out several chunks and did only a few more verses. Reaching the end, meaning she now reached that word that she always had to concentrate on because she almost always messed it up, Philippa summoned all the energy she had left. "And though you protest, your disinterest," utmost concentration Philippa von Brandt. Utmost concentration! "I know clandestinely," TADA! She did it! She was the best the world has ever seen! "that you're going to grin!" she paused then, pointing towards her mouth which she downturned into a mocking frown, then transformed it into a truly massive beam, "and bear it!" Philippa nodded earnestly once more, driving home the fakeness that the character had in this part. It was her favourite part, the ending. It used to always make her laugh, but she understood it a little better now and it was just the BEST part. The best. "You will be popular," the brunette nodded sagely, fixing her tie and patting down her skirt with a little smirk, "just not quite as popular," she reached up to her hair, letting it out in all its shiny, thick, heavenly brown glory, and ran to the front of the floor where she laughed, laughed and laughed some more, grinning brightly with a slight glint at Myers. She was so good at the glint. She practiced it in the mirror for ages. The tiiiiny smirk was just so easy to do. "... as ME!" And it was over. So much fun! She'd been amazing! Oh, the best! Philippa loved Glinda, she just knew that she did that character so well. So well. Where was Papa. Papa would have been so proud! She clapped a little for herself too, just for good measure. With a little curtsy, Philippa gathered her long hair into a bun. "Thank you Professor!"** And with a little skip, she left the room to go find Beau and tell him all about how amazing she'd been. HA. OOC: "Popular" from Wicked, performed as a dramatic reading rather than a song. Cut some of it out due to length, which she would have done too. <3 __________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________ but I don't have to write them in ink_____ _____________I could still change the end