Post by halo1 on Aug 27, 2010 14:00:47 GMT -5
[/color][/center]MAYBEL COLINE BLUE TWENTY COLLEGE
"So babe, lets get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you by?"[/font]
what is this "babe" shit? i'm just gonna overlook that and answer your question now, okay? anyways, i don't really know what is up with my name that makes want to people nickname me; probably the whole two-syllable-plus-one-word-last-name that could all be three words when broken down thing. stupid mother. i suppose i've been called 'may' or 'bell' or 'bells' sometimes, but if i had to pick the most prominent nickname, it would be 'blue' since every person thinks they're the 'cool cat' in town if they can make a cool nickname out of your last name. my maman, my mother, used to call me bluebells, bless her affectionate and horrible soul. frankly, i really just prefer maybel, but neeh.. what can you do, right?
"Well, can't say it doesn't fit you. From the looks of you, I could think of just a few better. I'm just gonna call you babe for this interview. You mind? Great. Has anyone ever told you you look like.."[/font]
yeah, i actually do mind, but go ahead, make my day. . . . paloma hidalgo? yeah, i know. i get it sometimes; not like, too often, since she's not real classy or popular over in the states, but yeah. personally, i think that she may be a good model and all, but i got ten times her grace to boot. being ballet obsessive comes in handy.
".. Yeah, actually. You must get that a lot. You're kind of hot, I gotta say. But for the ears out there listening, you wanna explain what's cooking?"[/font]
you know, you really make me want to punch you in the face. if i didn't wanna be admitted so badly, i'd stomp you into the ground. . . or, ya know, hire someone to do it for me. . . or. . . not. anyways, you really need to stop with the hitting-on-me thing; it's not workin'. but uh, since this is an interview, i guess i could. . . well, i have the ballet body; small head, long neck and limbs. i'm very proud of it, by the way. oh, and by the way, you know how everyone on the planet thinks that ballet dancers are supposed to be some anorexic twigs? nuuu uh. if they're worth a crap, then they train. if they train, then they have muscle. i'm not like, buff superwoman, but i got enough on me to be able to grand jeté all over your ass. aaannd i'm a little higher than average; five foot seven. on a different approach, i guess i got okay facial features? i don't think they're really anything special; hazel eyes, pale milk skin and full lips and a beauty mark underneath by right eye. long sand blonde hair. i could be on a french postcard.
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"You are too cute. You wear this kind of stuff often, or is this just for me?"[/font]
you really are something, you know? okay, to get this straight, yeaaah, i generally wear things like this. comfort clothes is my horrible sin; i don't really care how i look like off stage. just plain t-shirts and capris and jeans and untied sneakers do wonders for me. in the winter, i deck myself out in sweaters and scarves, because they're sooo comfy. i also have a slight weak-knee for peabutton jackets and snuggies. with my hair, i usually like to keep it in a braid to simply get it out of my face. sometimes, i'll let it go free though. despite me loving my normal clothing, i am most comfortable in ballet clothing; tutus and ballet slippers and leotards and my hair back into a graceful bun. it's like.. my natural element, i guess?
"Ohh. Are you hitting on me? Haha. No, seriously, what are you? Gay or straight? You look kinda like a swinger, if you don't mind me saying..."[/font]
heeellloo personal question number one. uhhh okay, i'm straight. just because my mother strutted around every stage in the world (if ya know what i mean) doesn't mean i do. i am pretty sure i'm straight. on the other hand, though, i'm not really all too interested in guys. they get in the way of my work and there is absolutely no such thing as a good guy anymore in this world. unless he's, ya know, gay. ya, i'm one of those plays-hard-to-get chicks, go figure.
"Damn. GET SOME! Hah. You wanna smoke? Drink? I got some drugs in the back if you want. -winks-"[/font]
uhm no, no, and no. i don't smoke; it ruins your lungs, and i NEED my lungs, thanks. as for drinking, not of age yet, though you can bet i've tasted it before. i'm not real big on drinking; some beer once in a while, if it is offered, but i never go out of my way to drink. i'm also not a fan of those big, expensive, rich-tasting wines; they just never stuck to me. as for drugs, yeah just.. no. are you an interviewer or what?!
"... Oh, so you must be a virgin, huh?"[/font]
whaaaaat? how did you gather this conclusion? no, i'm not a virgin. had sex once before when i was eighteen. i just.. wanted to get it over with, ya know? anyways, it turned out to really suck. the guy just went in, satisfied himself, and left. total dick, please excuse the pun. anyways, i just haven't had a good experience with all that hanky-panky business, so i stay away from it.
"Knew it. So, you got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me. Promise this interview won't leak anywhere."[/font]
this is sounding more and more like i'm applying for e-harmony. but, since it is an interview.. alright, well.. hm.. i guess when i was little, i used to wear my ma's tutus? no, okay, that was lame.. hmm.. oh, okay! i'm like, deathly afraid of heights. not like, going up three feet or something or even like, hiking up, but when it's.. you and nothing and you're up so high and.. oui.. and you know, it's not the fall that even scares me. the fall is easy; you just.. drop.. it's like, the idea of the jump. not that i'm suicidal or will be jumping off cliffs anytime soon or anything, but.. i don't know how to explain it. when i'm up high, and i'm looking down, it's not the idea of falling that scares me; it's just the jump. weird, right?
"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe?"[/font]
yeah, i do. all of that 'find my missing puzzle piece' shit? that is suuuuch crap, my friend. women are too dependent nowadays. no, i have a more realistic dream; i want to be a prima ballerina. ya know, the really famous ones? i will be, someday, too. like my ma. i'll be one of the best, you wait and see.. i just have to practice harder.. for now, i'll just have to be content enough to slum around in this town.
"Okay, okay. Don't get too excited. Half of those weren't even real questions.. Okay let's see. Oh, here's a good one. Describe yourself in five or more words. Easy, right? You could go more into detail if you want, I don't mind one bit."[/font]
my personality? okay... that is an odd question. i guess i'm not gonna lie to you and be like OH I AM AN OPTIMISTIC WORKER WHOM LOVES THEIR JOB because i'm not. i'll just.. list them out to you, i guess? i would consider myself persevering; i have to be, with all the shit that ballet puts me up to. but on the flip side, i'm kind of fickle with other things, like i don't really care? i'm a rational, logical person; all this wish upon a star stuff is waaay beyond me. i believe in hard-work, and only hard-work. but i guess i can be kind of impulsive? stress gets to me very easily, and when i'm faced in a real big pressure situation, i react without thinking and.. i don't know. i guess in that way, i'm not always logical, though i try to be. i'm a little anti-social; not that i don't like people, it's just i don't like distractions. pointless things annoy me. lots of people tell me i don't know the meaning of fun; i guess it may be true?
"Couldn't agree more babe. Alright. Um.. Oh, here's another. Five likes and dislikes?[/font]
i like ballet (go figure), endorphins after exercise (my happiest time of the day), gift bags (something so cute about them), splurging myself (in food), curtains (the dainty ones), and my old ballet shoes (don't have to break 'em in!). on the flip side, i don't like icing (disgusting), pollen (allergic), heights (deathly fear), sprains and injuries (puts me behind on my training), and spicy foods (blaaaaah. tummy can't handle it.)
".. Kinky! So last question. Gimme the details, how'd you get to where you are today?"[/font]
right okay, long story short; there was this really marvelous french ballerina whom was a total sleeze and she went to america to perform swan lake and got herself knocked up by another sleeze. but a good looking sleeze, obviously. so she went back to france and had this baby girl and she named her maybel because she wanted to torture the hell out of her child when it was time for her to get nicknames. anyways, she brought this little child up in a frivolous way, so much that the child was the adult sometimes and the adult was the child. the child began to learn ballet at a very young age from her own ambitions, and that ambition soon escalated to trying to be as good as her mother (when she could understand exactly how good her mother was, of course). so basically, the child worked her ass off for like, her whole childhood; ballet was the only thing she knew and ballet was what she breathed and lived and ate and slept. so when she was only seventeen, she was invited to go abroad with a dancing troupe to perform some solo ballet overseas in america, and the child, thinking this was her big break, went. and yes, it was her big break. in short, she ended up breaking her ankle, which as you can probably guess, is a pretty big devastating blow to a ballerina. so her mom, back in france, was like; 'you need to be a normal kid! you haven't even KISSED a boy! smell the roses, dammit!'' and so while the child was recovering, her wonderful and horrible mother basically enrolled her in a college without her permission, and once the child was good enough to walk, her ma shipped her out towards the city to study.. in college. but at least there is a ballet studio.
"Awe, well. Least you're still alive. Got yourself, right? That's the spirit. We'll look at your interview and give you the results, so sit tight for a few minutes, okay? And don't you dare think about leaving. I'll find you and interview you again. Don't get pissy with me, I'm just the goddamn interviewer."[/font]
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