>>6058300>>6058740You want to ask Annabel many questions - perhaps she can join you on this final step of your long pilgrimage to the distant Sign - yet to your surprise, Annabel pushes you slightly away; you are bracing for some tantrum, or simmering outburst, you have a feeling that the melodrama and nervous energy between her acting and her personality can bleed over sometimes - yet, Annabel appears fatigued, resigned; she addresses Finlay directly:
-I... I think I will just sit this one out, Finlay. I already had one audition earlier (she glances at you very briefly) I am... I am just really tired. I want to go to the beach... These auditions are so exhausting, you invest so much hope and ambition and drama... all the competition against other people, it just leads to all this rivalry and jealousy and fighting... I just feel so, so... Used! And for what, in the end? You get given a role, performing the words and instructions and feelings given to you from a script written by another. Orchestrating your every movement and action - not just words, but the minutiae of detail, down to the last intake of breath, twitch of a glance, a flick of hair or turn of the head, every involuntary response or mannerism, it is all so fake and contrived! I want to feel like a real person for a while, not a performance! Not some mannequin or puppet, in thrall to what an unseen audience demands - If I have to fight someone over something, I don't want it to be a competition over who gives a better performance... At being a fake person...!
