Yay!
Actual progress!
I own nothing but Kent and Claire.
Read on!
30 August: Call Backs for Wilting Flower!
31 August: Audition for Les Miserables!
Laura looked at her schedules. Acting was a hobby her mother suggested she do, and she fell in love with it instantly.
But since when was a title of a play Wilting Flower?
Since now.
She leafed through her schedules.
Then she settled on learning that script for Les Mis.
She was bored.
Eternally bored.
Bored to tears.
Bored without question.
She then fell asleep.
Charlotte Brand knocked on her daughter's door. No answer. She knocked again. Still no answer. Clutching an envelope in one hand, she opened the door.
There she was, asleep on her desk. Peaceful. She shook her daughter gently. This was more important than letting Laura sleep.
This would change her imminent future.
"Laura, dear, you got into the ISA."
"What? What's the ISA?"
"The International School of The Arts, dear."
"Oh really?"
"Aye, Laura, dear."
"That's great mother."
"Quick. Prepare your requirements."
"Okay mother."
"Good girl."
Laura shook her head. The ISA? Weren't those the great art schools? That means she got in!
"I GOT IN!!!!"
She screamed ecstatically.
Charlotte smiled.
This was always what Laura wanted.
Now she got it.
Good.
Because if anybody was a good actress, it was her daughter.
Beautiful, smart, witty, and determined.
That was her Laura.
The next Audrey Hepburn, possibly.
You might've noticed how short these are.
I'm just very brief about them before their ISA lives.
Please R&R!