Snow White

They had spent hours in the meadow.

Roderich had practiced the role with as much enthusiasm as he could have, letting his heart go out with every line, every syllable, until he seemed almost breathless. His passion in his words were moving, groundbreaking, and Gilbert had never seen anything like this from Roderich before. The last two performances he had witnessed were improvised, and was in no way even as close to the magnificence that Roderich seemed to put forth when he knew what he was doing. Roderich had full confidence that he knew what to say and do, and that's what brought the whole show together. He hadn't hesitated for a second, nowhere in any part of his performance.

He truly was perfect, Gilbert thought.

By the end of practice, Gilbert didn't know what to say. It was nothing like he's ever seen. Roderich was an absolute natural at this, and Gilbert could only assume that it came from all the time he spent alone. With that much time on someone's hands, their imagination tended to run wild, with as much details and graphics as possible. Roderich must have picked this from the books he had read while being cooped in that tiny room.

"You're going to get the role."

That was all Gilbert could say. No words could possibly explain his adoration for Roderich's show, so he had kept it at that. And Roderich seemed to be completely satisfied with that answer.

"Young master, I must say, you have an unusual affinity for this. I agree, you have my money on obtaining that role."

"Gambling is bad, Baldwin."

"Not when I know I'm going to win the bet, young lord."

Roderich gave a face to Baldwin, but decided against arguing with him about the matter. Instead he decided to let out a question that's been bothering him for some time.

"Gilbert, I haven't seen you act yet. Why don't you try it with me?"

"No," was Gilbert's immediate answer. "I'm not an actor. I can write, and narrate, but an actor? Definitely not for me. My mother was great at acting though."

This was the first time that Roderich heard Gilbert say anything about his mother other than that she passed away.

"...She was?"

"Yeah!"

Gilbert was smiling now.

"I saw her in the greatest plays and broadway shows, when we were in America, of course. She died right before she landed a gig for a movie... She was gonna be big, I tell you!"

"And I believe you... Are there really no recordings of her performances? None at all?"

Gilbert thought for a moment, unsure about how to answer that. However, he seemed to struck a lightbulb.

"She was a backup dancer in Marry Poppins, I think!"