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Given the... diversity... of the auditions he had received on Wednesday, Genesis was in a fine mood as he picked idly through his scripts today. He smirked a bit, wondering at what reactions they would get upon seeing his chosen script for the play. Everything, of course, was already set up.

The people of Fandom were certainly enthusiastic, even if the majority of them had little skill to speak of. But some of them, some of them had potential.

And some of them just greatly amused him.

Which was its own value, push come to shove.

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That was a new response, yes.

"What's your name, girl?"

"Triela." Just that. "What is yours?"

"Genesis Rhapsodos," he replied. "I am the director. What do you think a trying out for a play involves?"

"Acting." Or... something.

Okay. So she had no idea.

Genesis knew he shouldn't ask. It would only lead to a headache.

But it could also lead to something entertaining or interesting.

"Do you want to act?"

"I want to learn to be a better actor, yes." Triela already knew how to act.

Really!

"Dare I ask why?" he wondered, with a glance at her, even as he flipped through a few scripts.

"It's part of my job," she explained in a business-like tone.

"As a high school student?"

Genesis, don't be snide.

"No. As a counter-terrorism operative." Which was, technically, what the Agency classified her as.

Someone else might have asked if she was a little young. Genesis did not.

"Are you here on orders?"

"On the island, or at the theater?" She wanted to make sure she answered the correct question.

"The theatre," he replied. "What you do outside of it is not my business."

"No." She might have gotten such orders of Alessandro knew about the theater. But he didn't, so she was on her own.

"I see." Genesis looked thoughtful for a moment. "Try outs involve reading a monologue and then attempting to act as if you were the character in the monologue while saying what they say."

"I've read monologues before." Hilshire seemed to think that Shakespeare was great practice for English.

"Very well then," he replied, as he offered her the script (http://www.notmyshoes.net/monologues/amy.html) he'd chosen. "This shall be your monologue. Let's see how you do."

Triela took a moment to read over the monologue. Twice.

"This is ridiculous," she complained, her tone calm and business-like. "You seriously want me to do this one?"

"On stage," Genesis replied, "no one gets to be themselves. That the monologue seems ridiculous to you now--to the characters involved that is their life and not ridiculous to them. Think not of yourself, but of Amy."

"Amy is ridiculous," Triela complained. But, well... whatever.

She read over the monologue twice more, committing it to memory, and handed Genesis the script back. She might have been showing off a little bit with that.

After a deep breath, Triela shrugged out of her jacket, imagined Hilshire tried to bench her the way Marco had benched Angelica, and began pacing tensely back and forth.

"And," he said, amused. "Do begin."

Amy was ridiculous, he'd not argue that.

"Don't you dare walk away from me!" Triela began. And it turned out she could do righteous indignation quite convincingly. The lines may have been a bit wooden, but not too wooden.

Of course the parts where she had to talk about emotions, or about being human, well... those weren't so convincing.

She couldn't be perfect at everything, after all.

"... And you will regret it always."

Triela blinked as she came to a sudden stop. Why was she thinking about Leto?

Well that was...

...

"You have difficulty expressing the emotions of Amy," Genesis observed. "Is it because you find her ridiculous?"

Yes. It was, wasn't it?

"Maybe. Or maybe it's because her emotions are ridiculous. What is she so upset about?"

Genesis glanced askance at her. "What do you think the monologue is about, first?"

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