Slipping the phone back into his pocket, Max glanced over at her. It seemed the talk about the play had sparked an interest in the girl. As she flicked through her phone, Max glanced over in curiosity, before being invited to look over at the screen of it as she revealed a history of acting in various shows throughout her childhood, including as mouse number three sometime in her earlier years. Max couldn’t help smiling at the little girl in the image who was meant to resemble present-day Elizabeth. “I can see the resemblance,” he spoke, glancing up at her as he said that, almost as though comparing the identities of the person on the picture with the real her. She’d shown him some of the other pictures from the plays she’d participated in, and he had nodded along, feeling somewhat impressed with her commitment to the art. Looking through the images reminded Max of the remnants of memories held within the photo album on the third shelf of the library in the McNamara Estate: the ones of him and his sister with their mum at the theatre.
“That’s impressive,” he spoke, his eyes lingering over the image. There must have been a hell of a lot of budget available for those shows, considering the illuminations hanging over a well-designed set that made it look like it had been held at a professional theatre. Luckily enough, Constance Billard had enough of a budget of its own to rival the grandiosity of those that Elizabeth had shown him. “We’re doing A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” Max explained, handing the phone back towards her. “I suppose I’ll be seeing you at the auditions then?” the McNamara continued as he brushed the sleeve of his denim jacket down to reveal Tag Heuer watch on his wrist to slip a glance at the time. It was nearing lunch-time, and if Max wasn’t mistaken, that meant the auditions would already be lingering on the minds of those involved, considering they were practically fifty or so minutes away.
“Maybe not, I just remembered I’ve got something coming up,” the senior spoke as he suddenly remembered, “I’m sure you’ll pass the auditions with flying colours anyway.” He paused, trying to think back to who it would be on the judging panel: it had slipped his mind since he’d last seen it on the bulletin board in the hallway — if he had paid attention to it at all. “All I can say is, good luck,” he chuckled, “did you manage to see who’s judging?”
@Beth_Episode (Elizabeth Telldorn) – no worries! And just to confirm so I can update the FCs if needed, haha is it two 'l’s or one ‘l’ in her surname?