Well This is Fun... [Open]

[scaraloaf]

Kerry stumbled down the corridor, tripping over her own two feet again. She hated doing that. It always happened when she least expected it and whenever someone was nearby. She stopped, looking around her wearily. No-one was about; she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing right now. As least no-one saw her trip so that in itself was a good thing. At least Kerry hoped so. Drawing in a deep breath, she carried on walking towards the drama rooms, determined to get in some extra practise.

Kerry loved drama and performing. She had for as long as she could remember. Sure, her mother had tried to talk her out of the idea many times, wanting Kerry to go into a 'proper' career. But Kerry had resisted, fighting for her right to do the things she enjoyed. She was glad she had. She was enjoying it here and she finally felt like she belonged. She felt like she had a purpose in life and she was finally getting somewhere.

Kerry slowed her pace, stopping outside the empty practise room. She looked through the glass window into the darkened classroom, her hand resting on the cool metal of the doorhandle. No-one was in there, which in some respects was a good thing. Kerry knew she was talented - she had been told many times by teachers who had taught her previously and her old friends. But she knew that compared to a lot of people in this school she was a novice. Some people here had been performing since they were able to walk and as a result, Kerry felt inferior to them.

Turning the handle, Kerry slipped into the room, shutting the door quietly behind her and flicking the lightswitch on. Light flooded the room and Kerry hung her bag on a hook before taking a step into the middle of the room. She looked around. She needed inspiration. What could she use to help her improve her acting ability? Her general characterisation was pretty good and she could project her voice fairly well. She just... lacked something. That wow factor; that something which made her stand out from the crowd. But to work on that she needed something to work with. She needed a speach of some kind.

Should could choose Shakespeare. But Shakespeare was overdone and the language was very archaic. She had done a little Shakespeare but that had been a long time ago. She needed something that was oringinal, fresh and contempory, something that would allow her to develop her skills.

"Oh boy," she murmered to herself. "This is going to be very difficult..."

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