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What's yer name? |
*a slight, pale-skinned girl, half-sitting, half-lying on a
plush-covered
chair, offers a small, slim hand and you help her to her feet*
Liesl Draper.
*a soft, breakable smile sits lightly on her thin pink lips
and she allows
her arms to rest at her sides; she is small of stature, barely
five feet
tall, and has an almost feather-like build* It's a very old-fashioned,
funny
name, but I can't do anything about it now, can I? *laughs
a quiet, silvery
laugh* |
Dat what people call ya, or d'ya got a
nickname? |
I've been called "Lisa," but that's mostly because Liesl is
such an uncommon
name that people don't really know what to call me. *that same,
tightly
stretched and thin-lipped smile appears on her face, seeming
too large for
her small, oval-shaped face* "Little Girl" tends to be another
one they like
to use, or "Blondie." *fingers a lock of ultra-soft, gently
shining
yellow-white hair* If I know you're referring to me, though,
I suppose I'll
answer to anything. |
Whaddaya look like? |
*the thin-lipped smile grows more forced and turns a little
white around the
edges* I should think you could see that with your own eyes.
I'm not one
for talking about my looks like some of the people around here.
*her dark
hazel-brown eyes glance stealthily left and right to ensure
that no one heard
that comment* I've got light hair and dark eyes, and I'm quite
small,
especially for my age. *nods an affirmation after this statement* |
How old are ya? |
*she laughs her chilled, silvery laugh* I should have thought
that'd be your
first question! I'll give you a hint--I'm not nine. *swings
herself back
into the chair she was sitting in prior to the start of the
interview and
rubs her pink-splashed cheek against its soft blue velvety surface* Actually, I'm nineteen. *she smiles at your surprise, and you
finally
realize that the reason her smile seems so odd is that it's
a very
stage-esque smile--in fact, despite her miniature size, everything
about her
actions and appearance is strongly accented and exaggerated*
I know, it's
difficult to believe. I've always been tiny. *tiny doesn't
really begin to
describe it; it's not so much that she's short or slight but
that she simply
looks young; her body is nothing like that of a woman, being
simply slim and
straight with hardly any definition or feminine lines* My mother
says it's a
good thing that I'm so little, because it earns me roles. I'm
a dancer,
mostly, but I do enjoy to do my piece of acting as well. My
favorite role so
far was that of Harriet in Faeries' Picnic. The play was...it
was silly, of
course, I mean...even the name... *she blushes a bit, not mentioning
that
this has been almost her only name role to date* It's been
my lifelong dream
to play Hermia in William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's
Dream, but I
don't think I'll ever get the role. *she rests her delicately
pointed chin
on one slim white hand and gazes vacantly into space with her
dark,
brown-hazel eyes* |
What kind of work d'ya do? Actor,
stagehand, what? |
Oh, I'm a dancer, really. I come here for rehearsals and such;
there's some
fantastic instructors here, and it's simply amazing to be able
to learn from
them. This is, after all, the finest of New York's theatres.
*she smiles
that too-wide smile again, her eyes overtly lustrous--her expressions
no
doubt are fantastically visible from the back row of the house,
but up close
it's a bit hard to deal with* I do enjoy being on the stage,
however. I
tend to get roles in the musicals when they come. *she edges
the chair back
a bit and tips it backward to lean against the wall* If there's
anything
really noteworthy about me, it's the fact that I'm graceful.
*she smiles
with her eyes as well as her glossy pink lips* I've been dancing
since I
could walk, literally. It's my life. *while still seated,
she strikes a bit
of a pose, with her hands curved into a perfect circle above
her blonde,
curly-haired head and her feet pointed straight forward; she
is obviously
excruciatingly limber* |
Got any experience at dat? An' how'd ya
end up heah, anyway?
| *both of her pale eyebrows flutter to a point midway up her
forehead and
stick there for a split second* Experience dancing? *she smiles a bit* I've been dancing since I could walk. And I ended up here because, well, the Rose is, after all,
a theatre.
And as a dancer, I feel that the theatre is a very proper place
for me to
reside. *smiles brightly and then quickly changes her expression
to one of
correction* Oh--I--of course, I don't mean reside, actually.
*laughs
nervously* No, no. I have a house--an apartment, really.
I live...with...
*blinks* my brother. Penn. I mean--my brother's name is Penn.
*bites her
lower lip in a nervous gesture she quickly hides and waves a
hand urging you
to change the subject* |
How 'bout tellin' us a little 'bout
yerself? Ya know, what kind of personality ya got? |
*inhales deeply and then exhales, slowly, taking every second
she can on the
lungful of oxygen before answering* Personality. Hm. I'm...
*shrugs narrow
shoulders* I suppose I'm fairly nice. At least I'm friendly.
So many
people in the theatre business think it's just every girl for
herself, or
every man for his--but it's not. I suppose in some peoples'
cases, it is.
That Bianca... *shakes her head almost imperceptibly* But it's
not ladylike
to talk behind others' backs. Allow me to simply say that I
feel kindness
and compassion are important traits, and consider it highly
rude and
unacceptable to lack--or not make use of--those qualities.
*although she is
in fact both of these things, what Liesl may not realize about
herself is
that she's also very much a loner and a self-advocate--these
things are
necessary for existence in the theatre, and as well in her life,
which has
been a jumble of terribly messy situations* |
Any special talents? |
*a moment's crystalline laugh prefaces her statement* I'm a
dancer, and I
feel that I have a very special talent in that area indeed.
*extends one leg
with her foot pointed toward you, and bends forward from her
waist
ever-so-smoothly, until her nose is pressed against the velveteen
of the
cushion; she sits back up after a few moments, internally scoffing
at the
fact that you are impressed by this* I dance. |
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