Always late? We are in a stric university MATHILDE u must somehow be a bit responsible of ur own acts...
Ms Beatrice Lavoine said when she met Mathilde by a coincidence on the faculty door, Mathilde carelessly nodded wanting to get rid of her already
The girl was anxious enough,she will be seeing the man she had dreamt of last night in few seconds
FINALLY YOU ARE HERE! One of her classmates screamed happily telling her that they going to have a party tonight away from these strict vibes...
He is here ...Jean Jacques Announced then took his seat.
Bonjour students with the usual charismatic confident walk Monsieur Andre stepped in the classroom closing the door behind him tenderly
BONJOUR, the entire class saluted him back.
Mathilde, kept eying him daringly as he walked towards his desk to finally get rid of the books and papers he had to hold irritatingly since the early morning.
So, as y'all know in this faculty we support artistic works and whatever concerns arts and literature... I and the other teachers came up with an idea, as I know you all would like it, we decided to choose some of you to help us in our project, who's between you is interested in Acting?
Jean Jacques pointed up on Mathilde and Annabelle, sir these two love Theatre, I think they would be the best choice if you ever wanted something perfect.
Mathilde smiled at Jean Awkwardly screwing him under her breath, practicing in such a thing would cost her alot.
Annabelle Unlike MATHILDE,she affirmed what Jean had said and kept smiling happily.
Andre didn't seem like he got surprised, he knew that Mathilde is actually an artist and she could do very well .
Alors Mathilde et Annabelle pour le Theatre? On est d'accord ...
The girls nodded.
Now I must as well ask who's between you , own a musical voice?
Deep down he knew they would choose Mathilde this time too, because she has the exact voice Andre wants .
...................- to be continued, hope u r enjoying that guy's.
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