Moaning Myrtle Actress Novels & Stories

Her reflection was, at best, unconvincing, but desperate times called for questionable outfits. The two-mile trek to Mr. Bradley's farm took an hour, mostly because she spent the walk practicing her deep, gravelly "man voice." By the time she arrived, a handful of brawny men were already sitting outside the farmhouse, waiting to be interviewed. Mustering her courage, she squeezed between two men and attempted some awkward small talk. "Good morning, gentlemen," she croaked. A few of the men grunted in response. "So... um... good, right?" she added, to dead silence. Deciding silence was the better option, she waited for her turn.

”Ms. Lulham!” Someone made a sensual drawl of a cry and sashayed her way to Trinity. She looked at her with a coquettish complaint and plopped herself down on the empty seat next to her. “What is it?” Trinity pinched between her brows, looking tired. Said someone was Millie Hill. She had spent years working happily with Trinity and was also a significant award-winning actress in the industry. She was one of the outstanding performers when the female artists had worked together to embarrass Michelle back at the Tanners’ event.

She smiled. "I only just met her but she's absolutely wonderful as far as I know." I forced myself to look away so as to not be hypnotized by her again. My eyes caught on to Hunter, who seemed to have heard our conversation and raised his eyebrow in question. I gave him a look that dismissed his question for now which he accepted. "We have a lost this year," Mrs. Trinity smiled warmly before searching the crowd, "Ms. Myra Oakley." She nervously rose from her seat when she heard her name, passing by me, leaving a trail of her scent behind her as she waltzed up to the stage. She fidgeted with her fingers as she looked to the principal for assistance.