Sherlock had had a hard start, as an actor. It didn’t mean it curbed his enthusiasm, mainly because being an actor was his calling, and he couldn’t see himself in any other kind of profession. He had a horrible fallout with his parents, and this was one of the reasons why.
Maybe the hardship adult life had brought him made him look more mature to Aina. It was entirely possible. It gave him a perfect occasion to help his former schoolmate, giving them insight of what “real life” looked like. He listened to her, observing how she was reacting to his instructions. He smiled, noticing how eager she was to do everything well, and it reminded him, how he was so excited to work and would have taken any kind of job, as long as it was a acting one.
Sherlock moved away, leaving her space to express herself, and putting himself in the scene she was creating. He gave out a light grin as he could immediately picture the pageant like atmosphere. As she turned back to herself, Sherlock crossed arms around, “Well, I think you are very used to this kind of exercice. Your answer was direct, fluid and well articulated… Maybe a little too much… As if you had repeated the scenario over and over again in your head… But that’s ok, it’s normal… I would like to see how you react to situation when you’re less prepared… Let’s see…”
Sherlock moved around for few seconds, thinking about a possible exercice to make her do, and then, “Ah, ah! Ok, let’s pretend you are auditioning for a part in the next movie my company is filming… All you know is that there are acting parts available for women, and the movie takes place in the forest.” Sherlock takes a chair and grads it in the middle of the stage, facing Aina, then he sits, grabs some paper, and pretends he’s taking notes… after a while he says, in a very clear voice, slightly exasperated, “NEXT!”
Edited by Sherlock Thorns, 30 July 2022 - 06:54 PM.