Sunday performance
If your character has any sort of creative or dramatic abilities that can be showcased via performance, then stick 'em on stage and let 'er go! Anything from singing and dancing to reciting Shakespeare. Heck, they can even paint or draw for an audience if that rocks their boat.
Write a bit showing your character performing for an audience, details up to you. If your character is one of those talentless folks who can't carry a tune in a bucket, can't juggle, and has immense stage fright, then pick one of the Nine Muses of Greco-Roman lore and say your character is experiencing a temporary and possibly unwelcome possession.
Marce on stage
"Of all things, it has to be Moulin Rouge."
Marce sighed as she adjusted the slinky dress she had on, all the while keeping her balance on the swing. Whose sick idea had it been for her to play the part of Satine? "Never mind, just get through it," she told herself. After all drama wasn't that far removed from debate.
Or was it?
She blinked as she she felt the swing being lowered. Then she took a deep breath and began: "The French are glad to die for love....they delight in fighting duels. But I prefer a man who lives, and gives expensive....jewels."
She had to try not to blush under the catcalls. It was going to be a long night.
Write a bit showing your character performing for an audience, details up to you. If your character is one of those talentless folks who can't carry a tune in a bucket, can't juggle, and has immense stage fright, then pick one of the Nine Muses of Greco-Roman lore and say your character is experiencing a temporary and possibly unwelcome possession.
Marce on stage
"Of all things, it has to be Moulin Rouge."
Marce sighed as she adjusted the slinky dress she had on, all the while keeping her balance on the swing. Whose sick idea had it been for her to play the part of Satine? "Never mind, just get through it," she told herself. After all drama wasn't that far removed from debate.
Or was it?
She blinked as she she felt the swing being lowered. Then she took a deep breath and began: "The French are glad to die for love....they delight in fighting duels. But I prefer a man who lives, and gives expensive....jewels."
She had to try not to blush under the catcalls. It was going to be a long night.