Whenever I approach her, she turns away. I try to pretend like it doesn’t bother me. I focus on memorizing my two and a half lines over and over again. I focus on getting into the role of a feather duster who has a crush on a candlestick who sometimes notices she exists and sometimes doesn’t. There are parts of her character I cannot relate to. I am not flirty and confident in the way she is, but I try to pretend to be. I work on understanding her better by leaning into the parts of her that I do understand— the desire to be seen, to be noticed, to be heard.
