"No, no, no! Honestly, girl, how can you expect to deliver a performance worthy of this cast when you can't even take basic direction?"
Heat flared in Aimee's cheeks under the sharp scolding of the Musical Director of the Shanachie Theater. She'd been warned about Gabriel Tollen's temper, of course she had; she just hadn't expected him to be quite so vehemently against her right from the start. Thank the gods she was only here for the one production.
Not that she wasn't grateful to Ms De Luca for this opportunity, of course she was. Having spent the last four or five months working on a movie that would now not be released, Aimee was in dire need of a performance grade for her second year at Rhy'Din University. A little fast talking had convinced her tutors to still allow the modular essays based around the process of filming a movie, but there was no getting around one very basic fact - she had not been a part of the rehearsal or performance process openly since before the Solstice, and while her fellows in the Acting and Dramatic Arts classes had already completed their performance grades for the year, she was sorely lacking. She needed at least two more performances to make up the time.
Thankfully, word of this had leaked somehow to Mataya De Luca, the owner of the Shanachie, who had also been an investor in 21twelve and a regular visitor to the lot. The bubbly theater owner had swept into the university on Monday morning, and had apparently sweet-talked all Aimee's tutors into giving her up for the week. The reason had become known when Mataya had then cornered the startled young student actor with the news that she had held open the second spot for the main female lead in the next musical production at the Shanachie, and she would like Aimee to learn it and perform three shows a week for the next three weeks.
Who wouldn't say yes to that' Unfortunately, Aimee had failed to ask just what the musical production was, or why the female lead had to be shared between two actresses. Now she knew why. She hadn't thought before this week that it was possible to exhaust yourself just singing, but apparently it was only too easy. Thankfully, though, the lyric line was easy to remember, and once she had the tunes memorised, it was just as case of perfecting her diction and performance. Which was where she had come up against Gabriel Tollen and his bad temper.
Embarrassed into almost tearful silence by the way he berated her in front of the other principles - who included Jon Granger, Max Yako, and Mataya De Luca herself - she forced herself to nod agreeably, brushing her hair out of her face as she took a deep breath.
Tollen scowled, nodding himself as he sat back down at the practise piano, high in the attic rehearsal rooms of the Shanachie Theater. His fingers flowed over the keys as he, too, composed himself, offering an apology to the other ladies and gentlemen of the cast principles.
"Again ....and!"
Heat flared in Aimee's cheeks under the sharp scolding of the Musical Director of the Shanachie Theater. She'd been warned about Gabriel Tollen's temper, of course she had; she just hadn't expected him to be quite so vehemently against her right from the start. Thank the gods she was only here for the one production.
Not that she wasn't grateful to Ms De Luca for this opportunity, of course she was. Having spent the last four or five months working on a movie that would now not be released, Aimee was in dire need of a performance grade for her second year at Rhy'Din University. A little fast talking had convinced her tutors to still allow the modular essays based around the process of filming a movie, but there was no getting around one very basic fact - she had not been a part of the rehearsal or performance process openly since before the Solstice, and while her fellows in the Acting and Dramatic Arts classes had already completed their performance grades for the year, she was sorely lacking. She needed at least two more performances to make up the time.
Thankfully, word of this had leaked somehow to Mataya De Luca, the owner of the Shanachie, who had also been an investor in 21twelve and a regular visitor to the lot. The bubbly theater owner had swept into the university on Monday morning, and had apparently sweet-talked all Aimee's tutors into giving her up for the week. The reason had become known when Mataya had then cornered the startled young student actor with the news that she had held open the second spot for the main female lead in the next musical production at the Shanachie, and she would like Aimee to learn it and perform three shows a week for the next three weeks.
Who wouldn't say yes to that' Unfortunately, Aimee had failed to ask just what the musical production was, or why the female lead had to be shared between two actresses. Now she knew why. She hadn't thought before this week that it was possible to exhaust yourself just singing, but apparently it was only too easy. Thankfully, though, the lyric line was easy to remember, and once she had the tunes memorised, it was just as case of perfecting her diction and performance. Which was where she had come up against Gabriel Tollen and his bad temper.
Embarrassed into almost tearful silence by the way he berated her in front of the other principles - who included Jon Granger, Max Yako, and Mataya De Luca herself - she forced herself to nod agreeably, brushing her hair out of her face as she took a deep breath.
Tollen scowled, nodding himself as he sat back down at the practise piano, high in the attic rehearsal rooms of the Shanachie Theater. His fingers flowed over the keys as he, too, composed himself, offering an apology to the other ladies and gentlemen of the cast principles.
"Again ....and!"