Private Lessons
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
25,922
Reviews:
59
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Week Three - Staying in Character
WEEK THREE – STAYING IN CHARACTER
Another week in a haze. This time, I got my hair done and had a very painful facial.
Also, I agonized about the new song. I finally settled on My Ship, a song from “Lady in the Dark” and another one I wouldn’t fuck up. I bought a pair of boots that were sexy with very low heels. And I wore a solid black dress with a wrap artfully draped around my waist to disguise that stupid hateful stomach.
Mr C was delectable in a denim jacket, jeans and brown boots.
The response to my song was a tepid one.
“I really have nothing really negative to say,” Mr C started with an apologetic smile. “Sorry. The piece that you have chosen this time around is fairly simplistic, not that there’s anything wrong with that. One thing to work on is that it is a ‘laundry list’ song. Make every description on the ship mean something special. Paint a picture with your words that we can see. To be honest, this song is a silly piece of fluff. It is your job to make a sensation out of fluff. I remember once I was in this really horrible Made-For-TV movie. I don’t even remember the name of it. Something to do with a pilot having a romance during World War II. A really silly story. Lord, I’m going to spend the rest of the day trying to remember the name of it...”
“A Heart Denied...?” I chirped up. The story had not been a raging success, but I had loved it. I even had my own videotaped copy of it that I had bought off of EBay.
Mr C raised an eyebrow, obviously surprised at my knowledge of its existence.
I suddenly felt sick. Hello, numbskull? You are an actress who is a student of his. The lovesick girl who plastered photographs of Mr C all over her dorm room walls disappeared in Texas, got it? If he thought I was a ‘fan’ of his, the cool teacher-student bond would be obliterated in seconds.
“Don’t tell me that you actually watched that piece of dreck, Miss Spencer!” he smirked with curiosity.
I shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant.
“I must have read it somewhere. I like to know the experience of my teachers.”
“I see,” he answered skeptically. “I am quite sure that particular phase of my career is not common knowledge.”
The class started to titter and whisper.
“Well, I don’t know what to say,” I laughed with an innocent shrug.
“I see I have a Number One Fan in this class. I’m flattered.”
Oh! To be compared to Kathy Bates in that Stephen King movie was just too horrible. I suppose that he thought I was going to try to chop off his foot with an axe or something. It was humiliating. I felt like I was some pathetic freak. Perhaps when I was younger, I was lonely and desperate, but not now! No, I was a different person now! Why couldn’t I have just kept my damned mouth shut? Here I was, constantly being criticized all of my life for not being outgoing and talkative enough, and then when I do talk, I have to be a blasted idiot about it!
“You know how I hate to be ignored, Dan.”
The class laughed at my quote from “Fatal Attraction”. He did not.
“Bring in the same song next week with my adjustments,” Mr C said, mercifully skating over the subject. “After that, I think you should pick something different. Maybe an upbeat song. Something that is going to challenge you. You should always try to take risks, Miss Spencer. Remember that.”
“Okay.”
Idiot! I cursed. Idiot, idiot, idiot!
Another week in a haze. This time, I got my hair done and had a very painful facial.
Also, I agonized about the new song. I finally settled on My Ship, a song from “Lady in the Dark” and another one I wouldn’t fuck up. I bought a pair of boots that were sexy with very low heels. And I wore a solid black dress with a wrap artfully draped around my waist to disguise that stupid hateful stomach.
Mr C was delectable in a denim jacket, jeans and brown boots.
The response to my song was a tepid one.
“I really have nothing really negative to say,” Mr C started with an apologetic smile. “Sorry. The piece that you have chosen this time around is fairly simplistic, not that there’s anything wrong with that. One thing to work on is that it is a ‘laundry list’ song. Make every description on the ship mean something special. Paint a picture with your words that we can see. To be honest, this song is a silly piece of fluff. It is your job to make a sensation out of fluff. I remember once I was in this really horrible Made-For-TV movie. I don’t even remember the name of it. Something to do with a pilot having a romance during World War II. A really silly story. Lord, I’m going to spend the rest of the day trying to remember the name of it...”
“A Heart Denied...?” I chirped up. The story had not been a raging success, but I had loved it. I even had my own videotaped copy of it that I had bought off of EBay.
Mr C raised an eyebrow, obviously surprised at my knowledge of its existence.
I suddenly felt sick. Hello, numbskull? You are an actress who is a student of his. The lovesick girl who plastered photographs of Mr C all over her dorm room walls disappeared in Texas, got it? If he thought I was a ‘fan’ of his, the cool teacher-student bond would be obliterated in seconds.
“Don’t tell me that you actually watched that piece of dreck, Miss Spencer!” he smirked with curiosity.
I shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant.
“I must have read it somewhere. I like to know the experience of my teachers.”
“I see,” he answered skeptically. “I am quite sure that particular phase of my career is not common knowledge.”
The class started to titter and whisper.
“Well, I don’t know what to say,” I laughed with an innocent shrug.
“I see I have a Number One Fan in this class. I’m flattered.”
Oh! To be compared to Kathy Bates in that Stephen King movie was just too horrible. I suppose that he thought I was going to try to chop off his foot with an axe or something. It was humiliating. I felt like I was some pathetic freak. Perhaps when I was younger, I was lonely and desperate, but not now! No, I was a different person now! Why couldn’t I have just kept my damned mouth shut? Here I was, constantly being criticized all of my life for not being outgoing and talkative enough, and then when I do talk, I have to be a blasted idiot about it!
“You know how I hate to be ignored, Dan.”
The class laughed at my quote from “Fatal Attraction”. He did not.
“Bring in the same song next week with my adjustments,” Mr C said, mercifully skating over the subject. “After that, I think you should pick something different. Maybe an upbeat song. Something that is going to challenge you. You should always try to take risks, Miss Spencer. Remember that.”
“Okay.”
Idiot! I cursed. Idiot, idiot, idiot!