Post by Shelby on Apr 23, 2016 14:54:00 GMT -5
A perpetual frown had shadowed and darkened Nora's expression for the better part of the week, her mood always sours, her mouth always snapping when it opened, her eyes always glaring at any person who tried to talk to her. How could this happen? How could she not get the lead role in the play that the academy was putting on? Albeit it was a small play, not one of their major productions and only something that a creative writing student had written for a project that turned out so good that the teacher had wanted to turn it into a screen play so that it could be put into production, but a play was still a play. A role was still a role, a chance at the spotlight was still a chance at the spotlight, and she had been cheated out of the role! How dare that damn Carey Allen get the lead female role, the role that Nora had been bidding for since she first heard of the play. How dare that damn Carey belt out a singing voice that was better than hers, yet lacked in dancing skills just as bad as Nora. How, Nora wondered, had she lost this role? How had she lost to that pigeon toed, red headed, freckle faced girl who had a mouth full of braces that shined whenever a light bounced off of her face? How could she lose to someone like her?!
Sure, the role was meant for someone who could sing well, and while Nora was still working on her singing skills to strengthen the natural voice that she already had, she figured that it had been better than Carey's. But nooooo! She was given the second role in the play, which she promptly refused, turned her noise up at the judges and director, as well as the writer who she suspected had a crush on Carey and was the main reason as to why she had been given that role, and walked out. "I don't even know why I'm so upset," she muttered to herself that day as she walked out into the bright sunshine of the day, squinting her eyes to the contrast of the generally dark theater. "It's just a stupid play that doesn't mean anything. It's not even famous! I don't know why I wasted my time on auditioning when I should be spending my time with better plays that people actually recognize."
But of course, as the days grew farther from the audition and casting day, Nora found herself more in a slump than usual. She tried to keep a strong face up in front of Newt and still ignored Nacho, but when she was on her own, mostly locked in her room, she'd brood and wallow in her own pity, in her own anger over not getting the role. It just wasn't fair! She found herself crying just a few days ago over it, her face pressed into the pillow as her cheeks started to puff with wetness. She raised her body and punched the pillow, imagining that it was Carey's carrot like face with her green eyes and bright red hair. What was so good about her? Why had she gotten the role? What, all because she had breast, albeit small ones, and wasn't as flat chested as she was? Nora would look at herself in the mirror, run her hands through her hair, look at her body, and frown. Was she not pretty enough? Were her teeth too big, her hair too dark, her eyes not a unique enough color? Was she not tall enough, not curvy enough, not mature enough?
Her sullen attitude only grew worse, especially when she started hearing the students in her classes whispering about her, talking about the temper tantrum she had thrown after not getting the role and of how she was acting now. They'd look her way, point, and giggle, until she'd look at them and glare. They would then turn away stiffly, as if they hadn't been talking about her, and when she'd finally walk away she'd hear their giggling again, even sometimes them muttering "told ya so". Oh, how bad she wanted to hit them. How bad she wanted to punch them in their faces and tell them to shut up and that it had been a stupid play and stupid role anyway. Oh, and don't even get her started with Carey. What a flake! That little red haired pale skinned idiot had the audacity to flaunt around her role and brag about it and make Nora seem like a joke!
Nora dared not to tell her mother, or even father, about the failed audition and instead said that she was practicing for the upcoming Romeo and Juliet play, determined to get that Juliet spot and avenge her younger self when she hadn't been given that role. Of course, her days were still bad, bothersome even. On this day as she walked through campus with her shoulders slumped and with her head tilted down, Nora mumbled to herself. "Stupid people. Don't know what they're talking about. I'm so much better than them..." And a numerous amount of other insults she could think of when thinking about her peers. All of those words that they threw at her, especially today in her acting class when doing a series of lines. Some laughed, some paid no mind to her, but no one so much as clapped for her when she was done. And she knew that she killed those lines!
It was pissing her off, the people in her class. She was so much better than them, and the fact that they continued to talk about her behind her back... No, it didn't hurt. She'd never let their words hurt her even if Nora did have to wipe her arm against her wet eyes. She sat and slumped down on a bench that she came upon, threw her backpack to the other side of it, and sighed with her lips sticking out in a pout as she flipped the sunglasses on the top of her head down to shield her eyes.
