Attitude Makes The Actor (Kris)

[koriwilliams]

Kori was reviewing her script, fully aware that if she didn’t memorize this darn piece of writing then she wouldn’t get the part. Something that she really didn’t want to see happen. If Kori, didn’t get this part, then hell would be set loose. The part was a rather difficult one, and Kori needed to nail it, she needed to get the emotions down and she needed to get them down soon and fast. Her part was a small appearance on a Muggle crime show, she was playing the part of a victim of a sexual assault. Seeing as Kori had never been sexually assaulted she couldn’t exactly pin point the emotion this character was supposed to be feeling. On the script in the upper right hand corner was written in her father’s legitimate scrawl, “Name: Leslie Biting Age: 14 Emotion: Mixture between fear, anger, hate, and abused.” Yeah, great Pa, loads of help you are. This rubbish is just that, rubbish! Kori thought as she flipped the page of the 30 page script. This was unreasonable! Honestly! It was annoying her to hell and back again, and Kori had over 100 lines to memorize, not including a rather lengthy statement that was rather boring to read. She felt no sympathy towards the rape victim, she deserved it, or in the eyes of Kori she did.

“OK, once more- from the top.” Kori muttered as she stood up from her seat on the desk in the empty classroom. Her black leather boot’s heel clicking as she walked the length of the chalkboard which was in the front of the classroom. Her black jeans over lapped her boots and touched the ground when she walked. She wore a dark forest green top that said , “snake” across the top in silver glitter. She was in a saucy mood today, not willing to bite anyone’s head off, but she indeed wanted to be alone. If one happened to stumble upon her while she was rehearsing she would simply glare at them, actually depends on who the person was. If it was an annoying younger year in Gryffindor or Hufflepuff she would most definitely snipe at them, maybe even taunt. Kori could handle Ravenclaw, and obviously Slytherin, “You don’t believe me? You think I’m lying? That I made this all up?! Honestly, Detective! My mind is not capable of such horrors!” Kori said angrily, her eyes staring at the wall that would be the detective in the script. Tears sprang to Kori’s eyes, fake crocodile tears, crying on cue, the next part of her script wasn’t as easy, “Detective, do you know what it’s like? Not being able to sleep at night with the lights off and your bedroom door closed? Do you know what’s it like, walking down the halls at school, knowing that the topic of conversation is you? Do you know that feeling you get when you look at shadows in a parking-lot, thinking that they could all be in them? In those shadows? Detective, I know who did this to me...and yet no one seems to do anything about it!” Kori acted this scene out, with marvelous diction. It was perfect. The only thing that set the young actress off was that she had to also recite the detective’s part as well.

“I wonder…” She sighed and crossed the room to the door, jerked it open swiftly with one movement. Students were passing by in a hurried fashion, going to and fro. Kori had decided to skip a class so she wasn’t exactly rushing to History of Magic. As a few more people passed by, she reached out her hand and snatched at a cloak, pulling a person into the classroom with her. Quickly closing the door she turned her back and leaned against the wall, looking at the person she had pulled in, “You’re gonna help me. Why? Because, I say so. Now, I’m an actress, not struggling mind you, but I do need some help. I need you to play the part of the detective, could you do that? Or are you too simple minded?” Kori explained, trying to smile but, not really succeeding. She tilted her head to the right, letting her blonde hair fall over her shoulders. She walked to her bag which was on the desk, and withdrew another copy of the script, she highlighted the lines the person was to say, and handed it over, “OK some background info- I am playing the part of this poor innocent, innocent yeah right, girl who is a victim of rape by the Highschool basketball team. Sad, yeah whatever. Anyway- you are playing the part of the detective who is supposedly supposed to prove the basketball team guilty. But, here’s the catch, she wasn’t raped. Not by them anyway. So- you as the detective are completely blind to her ‘rape’ and catch all these rapists. Though filing a false police report is illegal- oh! Forgot to mention, this is in the States so…yeah. Shall we?” Kori raised a right eyebrow, ready to begin. Not really wanting to put up a fight, but afraid she might just have to do that with this person. She thought she recognized them, but a person of talent shouldn’t let recognition cloud their mind when they were working.

[kris]

Kris stretched and yawned and started moving back towards the castle. He hadn’t bothered to go to his first class and after the last lesson of History of Magic Kris wasn’t in any hurry to go the next one either. Grabbing his cloak on the way Kris lazily sauntered towards the school, sneering towards some younger Gryffindors on the way, as they were heading for Care for Magical creatures. Kris didn’t bother to taunt them today.
Throwing her cloak loosely on his shoulders, to hide his black jeans and black blouse, Kris wondered in how big of a trouble he would be when running into some professor. Kris had made a some-what of a habit of skipping class and he didn’t wear the school uniform very constantly either.

Kris was walking through the hallway, when a blond head poked out from a classroom and grabbed Kris’s cloak. Kris hesitated for a moment, whether or not he should get in – it would have been fairly easy to pull himself free, but Kris decided to follow the girl, as she was a fellow Slytherin.
Kris smirked as the girls started talking about something, but didn’t disturb her until she was finished.
“You really should pay more attention as to whose cloak you attach yourself to. That threat might work on some Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff. Maybe even a younger Ravenclaw. But to approach a fellow Slytherin – especially someone not younger than you, there are smarter moves than that,” Kris smirked and glanced at the script Williams had handed him. Kris hadn’t spoken to the girl before, as she was a loner even for a Slytherin. Kris rather knew her name thanks to her pure-blooded back-ground more than anything else.
“I think you should really try a different approach with me,” Kris flipped through the script rather boredly, wondering who came up with stuff like this. It certainly wasn’t something to catch Kris’s intrest, “So come again with that request for help and maybe I’ll even stick around and play the part.”<br>
Kris smirked looking up at the girl once again. Slytherins were more polite to each-other – mainly because you didn’t want to spoil your relation with someone influential. Still Kris wondered how the girl would react to his words. Kris wasn’t the best actor actually, but as every single Slytherin he was good enough – you wouldn’t be in Slytherin if you didn’t have the material to hide your emotions and show the ones the moment required, so Kris could probably pull the part off well enough for Kori to practice.

[koriwilliams]

Kori smiled and nodded in understanding, "Not that I was worried on who I was pulling in here. It wasn't a big problem with me. Anyway-since you asked oh so nicely, would you pretty pretty please help me with this skit. I'm auditioning soon and I haven't got this correct. So pretty pretty please, with sugar on top?" Kori asked with a sweet innocent smile, though she was anything but, "I'll give you a cookie." She said with a sarcastic drawl. Kris Graas, why in the world had she snatched him? Anyone but, him would be better. She had seen him around but, never really spoke to him. Which really wasn't anything surprising at all.

"Well? Would you, could you, pretty please?" She was getting rather bored, and Kori didn't like being bored. With a sigh she looked back over the script, reading the words and each word she grimaced, "Rubbish. It's all rubbish." Kori muttered as she continued to flip through the script, only when she finished reading at least a paragraph of the most boring statement ever, did she look up. She was surprised at herself, having spoken so much as she did. Then again, she wanted something, and nothing was going to stand in her way, nothing. If she didn't get this part then a disaster would definitley occur.

Kori didn't necessarily need this act for money, no she had plenty of that, but she wanted to prove to her father, and to her dead mother that she was better. This wasn't a hard thing to do, her mother had already known Kori was better than herself. Which was why her mother became insane and committed suicide. Kori really didn't care for her mother's loss, less competition. Her father, however, still needed to understand that Kori was the best and always will be the best. Day after day, her father would bring home actresses and make Kori watch them, saying she could improve. Kori, though, found some flaws about these actresses and sent her father in a rage. He destroyed everything in sight.

[kris]

Kris smirked annoyedly as Kori seemed to over-blow the polite approach, Kris had requested. He didn’t really have much better to do as he wasn’t hurrying towards class, So Kris shrugged off his cloak and threw it on a table, flipping through the script a bit more thoroughly this time.
“Can’t argue with the fact that it is rubbish,” Kris commented dryly at hearing Kori’s comment, “Why on earth do you want to get a part in this?”<br>Kris shook his head. The detective really was an idiot in this story. Right now Kris wasn’t sure if there were any relatively normal characters in it at all. Scanning the page Kori had marked with his eyes, quickly Kris raised an eye-brow. He was faintly sure, that this piece was written by a muggle… or a squib. Who else could come up with such nonsense?

Kris made a mocking half-bow as he pushed some table a bit further away, “I’m no where near an actor nor do I ever even WANT to become one, but I’ll see what I can do.” Kris silently thanks his ancestors for leaving him independently wealthy. Working wouldn’t suit Kris at all, unless he did it willingly.
Glancing towards the script in his hands for a brief moment Kris quoted, looking at Kori, memorizing the sentence without any problems: “Good evening, miss. I would want to talk with you about your reported accusal of rape once again. Are you sure everything happened just as you told? The boys from the basketball team all declare that none of what you reported never took place.” Kris added a bit of guarded hesitation to his voice, so it would fit the detective’s tone of voice better, when a real detective would be saying these words. Even though he wasn’t sure how correct or right it might have sounded.

((OOC:Do I have to figure out what the detective says myself to fill the gaps?))

[koriwilliams]

((You did quite fine with the first line so, would be awfully horrible for you to fill in the lines?))

Kori breathed in deeply, flung the script aside and put her hand to her forehead, as if wiping imaginary sweat from her face. Her brown eyes looked at Kris, who was doing a good impression of a detective and sighed again, "I told you all I could. Why do you in-insist that I say it a-again?" She stammered, those tears coming to her eyes again. She wiped at them with an imaginary tissue and continued, "I was-um-walking to the basketball game. It was home versus the Pirates, our highschools-uh-rival. Well, I was walking to the game, I'm a che-cheerleader so I have to be there earlier then normal, we have to go over our cheers and-and such." Kori twisted her hands in a way that made her seem like she was 10 and scared.

"Uh, I walked to the gym lobby entrance,"As she said this, Kori walked to the door as if it were the lobby entrance. She touched the door then turned to face Kris again, "Someone grabbed me from behind, there was a light in the gym so I co-could see who they-uh-were. I recognized them immediately. It was the basketball team. They dragged me to the playground and took turns raping me. Do you ne-need me to go into detail?" Kori's voice was rising to fit the characters reaction. She was scared at first, then ended angrily. There was some refining she needed to do on that bit, but other then that it was good. Not the best, but good. With a raised eyebrow in Kris's direction, she waited for him to say the next line. Which usually set her off, but she decided that it was just acting.

She ran her fingers through her hair and walked back to the place where she had thrown the script. Kori picked it back up and read through it, memorizing her next part. God, how she hated this part, but it was a rather good way to get back at her father. Something she needed to do and do well. Actually, there were many things Kori wanted to do to make her father get angry, but Kori was too sweet and innocent to do those sorts of things, right? Maybe, not so much.

[kris]

Kris watched Kori’s theatric answer without letting any feeling be displayed on his face or in his eyes. The girl was rather good, even for the lousy script. Kris wondered briefly, if Kori had played in something before. Were those real dreams in her eyes? Kris usually had a soft spot for crying girls, even though not very many people knew it, but this gril was faking them, so Kris didn’t luckily feel moved.

Noticing Kori was looking at him to continue, Kris glanced at the script and then raising his eyes towards Kori again tried to feel sympathetic: “Now, now, don’t get so nervous. If they raped you, then they’ll get their promise. But they all passed the lying-detector test, so I will have to ask you a few questions.”<br>Kris glanced at the sheet once again to see what came next: “If you were meeting other cheer-leaders there, then why didn’t they try to stop the raping? Or why they weren’t there? Did you try to stop them – scratch them or something like that? It might really help the case if you could recall something. And can you tell me once again if the whole basket-ball team raped you or just some of them? But please, do not get upset. You are safe now and they can’t do anything to you.”<br>
Kris almost rolled his eyes. He already disliked both characters – the girl Kori was playing and the detective whose part Kris was reading. Kris leaned on a corner of a desk and waited for Kori to continue with her lines, as Kris absent-mindedly glanced outside. It was a rather gloomy day and the rain had soaked him to the bone practically. The frying charm Kris had preformed helped, so he didn’t drip of water nor was he freezing, but Kris silently decided to grab a steaming mug of espresso later from the kitchens.


((Ok, I'll try to fill the detectives lines. Just one question - is the detective thinking that the girl was really raped or not?))

[koriwilliams]

((Well, most the time Detectives aren't bias, some of them even are neutral and just let the evidence tell the story. How 'bout, you decide on whether or not this so-called-detective believes her, OK?))

“You don’t believe me? You think I’m lying? That I made this all up?! Honestly, Detective! My mind is not capable of such horrors!” Kori repeated the phrase, she ran her fingers through her hair again, something that she thought the character would do. After all, was it not her job to get into this girl's mind? "“Detective, do you know what it’s like? Not being able to sleep at night with the lights off and your bedroom door closed? Do you know what’s it like, walking down the halls at school, knowing that the topic of conversation is you? Do you know that feeling you get when you look at shadows in a parking-lot, thinking that they could all be in them? In those shadows? Detective, I know who did this to me...and yet no one seems to do anything about it!” Kori slammed her hand on the table, bringing her left hand to her eyes, and started to sob. Rather perfectly, might I add. Yet, she did not care what went on, she felt no sympathy towards this girl, none what-so-ever.

"Isn't there a way to pass a lie detector test?! I know there is! My father did for Christ's sake! You know what you are, Detective?! You're bias! You don't believe me! You see this stuff everyday and you still fail to believe that I was raped! My childhood was taken away from me! I'm only 14, Detective! 14! No one knows, no one. I see them..." Kori whispered, trailing her fingers along the stone wall to indicate she was insane. She shivered and crossed her arms, hugging herself tightly so it would appear she was insecure. Kori was enjoying the acting so far, though she would rather lock herself up in her dorm and practice something a bit more useful and realistic. She didn't mind doing Muggle television shows, she didn't mind any of that. She wasn't that type of Slytherin, she didn't hate all of Muggle life. At times Kori actually found it quite enjoyable, but her father would never approve. Never. Sighing in depression, Kori slid down the wall, her back against it, and burried her head in her hands.

"No one sees what I see..." She muttered in a whisper with perfect diction. She bit her lower lip and looked up at Kris. Kori wiped at her fake tears and stood up with a small smile, "Rubbish isn't it? Though, it seems to be a miracle what a powerful emotion change can do to a piece of rubbish. My mother was good at that, I was better. Still am." Kori stated with pride as she went to her shoulderbag and withdrew a notepad. She flipped it open, went down the list and tapped her finger at a name, "OK, next part...um, page...7." She closed the notepad and threw it back into her bag.

[kris]

“It is rubbish,” Kris calmly agreed to Kori as she finished her part with enough dramatics to tell Kris she did that kind of stuff often. Kris tried to search his memory for her ancestors. Hadn’t her mother been an actress? Obviously Kori seemed to pick up the same hobby or profession as well. Depending on how seriously she took acting. Concentrating on Kori’s words, Kris smirked when she said she was better.
“I’ll refrain from comment, as I haven’t really seen neither you nor your mother playing somewhere,” Kris answered dryly as he flipped to page 7 and scanned the page with his eyes quickly.

“The detective meeting the girl for the first time,” Kris concluded the point of the page and read the detectives first lines before reciting them.
“Hello, Miss. I’m detective Harry Boomer and I’m the officer assigned to work with you and make sure justice wins. Could you tell me your name and age first?” Kris stated, trying to sound concerned, but not doing a very good job. Slytherins weren’t supposed to sound nice anyway, so Kris didn’t really even care much how good or bad he was.

[koriwilliams]

"Your loss.." Kori simply replied to Kris's remark about not having seen her or her mother perform before. Kori sat on a desk and closed her eyes, listened to him speak, then remembered her lines, "I al-already told you that. Oh, I su-suppose I ha-have to s-say it aga-in, don't I-I?" Kori purposely made her voice quiver, the stutter sounding as if it were natural. She sighed heavily, as she always did with this character and whispered, "Leslie Biting, age 14." Her voice was barely audible. She had no need for a stage whisper at the present moment. Kori was suddenly overwhelmed to try something, but she refrained from doing so. What if this girl had a spanish accent? What would that sound like? Kori bit her lip in thought, but didn't actually do anything. That wouldn't be right. Leslie? A Spanish name? No. That wouldn't be right at all.

"Do I h-have to say my st-statement over again?" She asked, lifting her brown eyes to look at Kris. She was in complete acting form, so she seemed to really be nightmared by this event. She seemed timid, and scared. Wanting to find a hole and die. Kori's emotions were never hidden from the world, they were always out in the open. Sometimes even over-dramatic. But, this was only because she had so many characteristics and such from acting. Her real emotions probably didn't even exist.

[kris]

Kris raised his eye-brow towards Kori. The girl was actually really good. Kris almost felt sorry for the girl Kori was playing. Almost being the key-word. The fact that he knew the back-ground, crushed the felling before it could even start.
Rolling his eyes at the script, Kris dutifully recited the next part: “It’s good to meet you, Leslie. Do you mind, if I call you Leslie? And firstly I want to assure you that everything will be alright with you now. But could you please tell me what happened to you with as many details as you can recall?”<br>
Kris pulled out his wand and scribbled a quick note while using it, then sending the note off flying towards the kitchens. A couple of moments later a scared house-elf appeared with a white mug filled with steaming cappuccino for Kris, before the creature disappeared once again. Kris calmly took a sip of the strong drink and waited for Kori’s response.

[koriwilliams]

Great, now the overexaggerated testimony I resent giving. Kori thought as she picked at her fingernail. Maybe she should just drop the part? She wasn't into it in the least bit...and she knew the acting agency wouldn't have a problem finding another gullible girl who could play the part of the poor abused Leslie Biting. Actually, Kori could name a few. She sighed, and shook her head with a slick roll of her eyes, "Nevermind. I'm dropping this. No passion for it. You can leave if you want." Kori stated in a mild sour voice. She picked up her shoulderbag and went through it, looking at all the librettos and scripts. Music Man, Chicago, Phantom Of The Opera, Our Town, Sunset Boulevard, West Side Story, Honk, Wizard Of Oz, My Fair Lady, and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. She sifted through them, looked at the highlighted lines. Tears springing to her eyes, one falling, but she wiped the rest away.

"I've been in theatre since I could sing. Since I could dance, talk, read. My mother was the best in the business. She was gorgeous, talented, well loved. When I was born, I took the spotlight from her. Drove her insane. Day by day, night by night, I came home. Roses in my hands from fans, obsessed fans, people who adored me more than her. And day by day, night by night, my mother would lose her beautifulness. She would grow dull. Lock herself in her room. One night I came home with my dad, who had bought me this really expensive diamond necklace, that he was supposed to by Ma. She lost it then. Drove her car into a wall, died on contact." Kori whispered, real tears gathering in her eyes. When she realized they were, they instantly vanished, "Not that I care in the least bit." She added in a louder, stronger voice. She turned her ring that was on her finger, so that her mother's initials showed up. The Sapphire diamond was beautiful, and it used to be her mothers. It was one of the little things, her mother had left her in her will. Probably didn't get a chance to update it.

"It's like I killed her, you know?" Then she really cried. Silent tears. The guilt overwhelming her. She never meant to drive her mother to the point of no return. She loved her mother, her mother had taught her everything. Kori literally had no one now. Her father stopped being a father to her when her mother had died. Kori had no siblings, no cousins, aunts or uncles. The years she spent at Hogwarts had been lonely. She never spoke to many people, never laughed or smiled,made friends. Kori never made a move to do so. She wasn't that type of person. If she wanted friends she would get some, but she was perfectly fine with having none and living each day by day. Kori eyed Kris, then closed her eyes, "I didn't say any of that, got it?"

[kris]

Kris just raised an eye-brow as Kori said that she’d drop the part. Kris disliked it anyway, so he closed the script rather happily, watching as Kori started pulling random scripts out of her bag.
Kris debated about leaving taking one sip of his coffee, but just then Kori started speaking about her mother. Kris eyed the ring on her finger calmly, recognizing it as something old, but didn’t comment as tears – this time real one’s appeared in Kori’s eyes.
Knowing that the girl would probably hate it, if Kris tried to comfort, Kris didn’t move a muscle, until Kori told him that it never happened.

“I won’t forget it, but I won’t bring it up either,” Kris’s comment was almost emotionless, as for a moment his own father seemed to appear in his mind, but he shook the feeling off calmly, “Mind telling me something though? How come I lately end up stumbling upon crying girls or girls who start crying in my presence? It’s not like I actually comfort any of them besides Dana and Mary.”<br>Reaching over Kris picked up the scripts Kori had pulled out and flipped through them, looking at the titles: “Have you played in these ones or are you wanting a part in them? Christine was fool in my opinion by the way.” Kris commented calmly, reaching ‘The Phantom of the Opera’ and stopping here for a moment, before finishing looking at the scripts and putting them back down, wondering if Kori was as much Slytherin as Kris to appreciate the casual conversation and not annoyingly over-whelming try to comfort.

[koriwilliams]

Kori shrugged, "Bad luck for you I suppose." Kori told him as she sat on the desk and watched him go through her scripts and playbills. She rememeberd those as if they were yesterday; Music Man she played Marian Paroo; Chicago she played Velma; Phantom Of The Opera she played Christine although she had originally tried out for Meg; Our Town she was trying out for Emily Webb; Sunset Boulevard she had only seen; West Side Story she had only seen; Honk she played Mother Duck (God help her to remember the characters name); Wizard of Oz she played Dorothy; My Fair Lady she played Eliza Doolittle; Chitty Chitty Bang Bang she had only seen. Kori shrugged after running through all of them, "Some more or less I played in. Some my mother did. Some I've just seen."

Then she stood up from her seat and leaned against the wall, thinking about what Kris had said about Christine. She had to agree. Christine was a fool. But, only in the musical. In the book she was frightened more than one could say. The phantom had control over her. Erik had control over her. She was...his, "Andrew Lloyd Webber made her that way. In the book she's blinded with fear. Not with foolishness." She stated with a crisp tone. Phantom Of The Opera was really the only book Kori liked to read. Any other and she would simply throw it aside the first page she read it, "If you have not read it I suggest you do. 'The Phantom of the Opera' by Gaston Leroux. Though I do not reccomend reading any of those other plays. They are quite boring. Well, besides Music Man by Meredith Wilson. That's actually quite good. If you're into the romance stuff."

In truth, Kori wasn't into the whole romance thing. She had been forced to read that play, along with Our Town, by her father. Kori didn't do a lot of television shows, she was more of a theatre actress. She liked to do things live. It gave her a rush to be even better. To prove to her father that she could do things while on stage, knowing people are watching her and one false move could ruin her career. She knew these things. Which was why she did it.

[kris]

“I haven’t read the book actually, but I’ve seen the play in a couple of different performances. I liked Meg actually, but Christine. I understand the phantom as well – killing was his way of protection. And he pretty much gave Christine everything she had. He just judged Christine wrongly,” Kris commented dryly thinking about it for a moment, “Erik was a genius in his own way and I’ll give him respect for that.”<br>Kris had heard there was a book about Phantom of the Opera, but hadn’t read it, which was rather surprising. The amount of what Kris read was as much as older Ravenclaws. Kris loved fresh air and physical exercise, but he found time to read as well.
“As for the other plays, I’ve seen most of them. Except Our Town and Honk. Some were good, some not. My Fair Lady is a classic,” Kris shrugged – he was cultured enough to visit a theatre in summers from time to time and Italy was famous for it’s opera singers and they had some pretty good actors as well.

“And I’m not into romance. I have taken girls to see some romantic movie or a play, but that’s not too often,” Kris shrugged again and enjoyed the strong taste of his drink, feeling rather comfortable.

[koriwilliams]

"Honk was one of the most weirdest plays I have ever participated in. And that includes some written by my cousins." Kori chuckled heartily at the thought of the horrendous play she had to participate in that was written by her cousin. It was stupid, pointless, and had no story line. It was extremely, strange. Kori looked through the bag once more and came out with a bottle of juice. She opened that and took a drink before saying; "And My Fair Lady was classic. I enjoyed that one. I loved doing the accent. Not my favorite though." Having been in many plays Kori really couldn't have one favorite, though there was one that stood out in her pile. Stars and things drawn on the playbill and libretto. "Chicago." That had to be her favorite out of all of them.

"So, what plays or musicals have you seen? And did you like any of them?" Kori asked with a tilt of her head and sip of her juice. She raised her eyebrow at Kris and waited patiently for his answer. Most the time her mind was revolved around theatre, but that was the enviornment in which she grew up in. What could she do? Besides live her mothers old life? She didn't do much of anything else, besides dance. And that was ballroom. Horrible stuff. She didn't consider that something she enjoyed doing at all.

[kris]

“I live in Italy and proper etiquette and level of culture is demanded from pure-bloods there almost even more sternly than here in England. SO besides fencing, manners, ball-room dances and what ever else – I’m sure you know the drill as well as I do I visit a theatre often enough in summers. About one every three weeks,” Kris answered calmly, “As I said I’ve seen all of these except Honk. What else? Sounds of Music, Lolita, Hamlet with a couple of different actors,, Les Miserables, Macbeth, Othello, Richard III, Romeo and Juliet a couple of times, all of which I hated, Oliver Twist, Taming of the Shrew, the Seagull, Julius Ceasar.” Kris shrugged – he didn’t really have a favorite among them, even though he had seen many plays and musicals. Even some ballets and operas.
“I don’t have a favorite. Some I hated like Romeo and Juliet, but most left me neutral,” Kris shrugged, “Can’t say I’m very cultured or fond of the finer arts. I appreciate a good song when I hear it and I like Monet, Rembrandt and some others, but I think I’d qualify better as a so-called wild-spirit. I enjoy outdoors and physical exercises more.”<br>