★ rachel barbra berry. 23. ingenue. ★ Hello internet. It is I, Rachel Barbra Berry. If you don't know who I am yet, you will very soon. I'm on my way of becoming the next big star of Broadway. I have autographed headshots prepared in case anyone is interested. They'll be worth a lot in a couple years. That is inevitable.
I am currently apart of the cast of the Broadway hit musical Wicked as Nessarose Thropp. I know. It's super exciting. I'll accept any kind of congratulations Even more exciting is that I will also be the understudy for one of the most amazing roles in the history of Broadway: Elphaba Thropp. You will all be informed when I go on as the green diva.
I’ve been so busy with Wicked that I’ve forgotten about the real world. While I’d love to be like Daniel Day Lewis and commit fully to my role, I know how unrealistic that is to real life. Plus they won’t let me take the wheelchair outside the theatre.
Like, spontaneous naked cliff diving? I’ve always wanted to do that. Unless it goes wrong and I accidentally scrape against a rock and my nipples fall off. That would be kind of uncomfortable.
My fathers are talented, don’t get me wrong. But I hold the most talent in the performing sense. Yes, four. We did a Berry family gala and I was obviously the star.
When you are presented with such a gift, you don’t question it’s limitations. I certainly don’t understand it but if I get any readings about you, I’ll let you know.
Uh… maybe. I mean not like all the time but I did bowl with my girlfriend in High School, and like miniature golf, and I’m sure you can like play like Pétanque or boule, I don’t know the name it says different things, the one with the metal balls and you’re supposed to get close to the smaller ball.
Never heard of that other thing. I didn’t get involved in any type of sport. I went to a performing arts high school. Sports didn’t really exist there unless you count dance battles.
Sam had been busy the whole week. He hadn’t realized how bad his hangover would be from his celebration with Sebastian. Sam rubbed his finger against his forehead letting out a yawn. He had promised Rachel that they’d go for a Pokemon hunt, and he wasn’t going to let her down. The truth was that he had missed spending time with her. Sam grabbed a backpack and he packed it, he threw in a couple of bottles of water and some fruit. Who knew where they would go and Sam was sure that he would need the water. Sam took a couple of Advil’s and downed them with some water. He was wearing a pair of shorts, a simple Captain America t-shirt, he grabbed his favorite cap, and a pair of sunglasses, he wasn’t sure if he would needed but he wasn’t going to risk anything. When he was sure he had everything he headed over to his neighbor, and he knocked on the door, and he stifled a yawn. “Hey,” a small smile on his lips, maybe it would help to spend sometime with Rachel.
Rachel, already having her normal three cups of coffee, was perky and ready to start off her day. She basically bounced to her front door to greet Sam who seemed far less ready than she was. “Hi Sam,” She smiled widely. She didn’t want to mention that he didn’t look his best. Maybe he didn’t know. She wasn’t about to burst that bubble. “Do you need coffee? I could make you some if you want,” Rachel offered instead. Inviting him inside, she remembered a mentioning of him and Sebastian drinking the night previous. “You’re hungover, aren’t you?” It was more a statement than accusatory. While she really did want to spend time with Sam and she had done research about Pokemon Go, she would be okay if he were to call it off. Disappointed but okay. “We don’t have to go out if you don’t feel well. I can become a Pokemon master another day.” She took off her cap, fixing her hair in the process.
I’m definitely going to meet her. She’s in my top five. How could she not be? I’m also going to have more insight into her life after binge reading her book so I’ll be able to connect to her more.