I thought it’d be another ‘let’s tapau lunch’. My colleagues like doing that and I don’t cuz I swear my butt will simply melt into the chair soon. Hello, cellulite butt and thighs, nice knowing you! So it was a lovely surprise to meet the boy for lunch and a nice, long walk. Not that what we had was fanatically healthy (read: chicken rice!) but the boy cheered me up immensely. So thank you.
Update on The Play. Daniel is going to assign parts?! What happened to auditions?! So he’s going to match faces to the names, without knowing if we’re capable?! Well, I’m not going to bitch and of course we’re capable and talented and cancryattheflickofourhair. Oops, I promised no bitching. But the point is: how does he know if we’re capable of the role he thinks we’re capable of?
“Okay, hmm…” Hands on hips with small pout and slight frown over left eyebrow. “You’ve got the Tituba/Rebecca Nurse/Mercy Lewis vibe so plop, there you go and stay there. Now now, no crying.”
If I get Tituba/Rebecca Nurse/Mercy Lewis or along those lines, I too, can cry at the flick of my hair.
Right, I admit, he’s the teacher and the guy who supposedly knows us best.
This is getting so depressing.
P.S. I’ll update which character I’m playing. If I don’t, means I got… you know.
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