Post by Dames on Aug 6, 2011 1:01:21 GMT -5
Name: Kelsey Donovan
Age/grade: 16/ 10th grade
Appearance: I'm around 5'6", average weight. I've tanned pretty quickly since I've come to California, so I guess I can't say i'm pale anymore. I have dark blue eyes and under all this blonde hair dye, I'm a natural brunette.
About yourself: It's sorta a weird story, how I ended up where I am. My mother and father "perished" in a car crash about a year ago. I don't mind them being gone, which I guess sounds really horrible if you don't know the back story here. You see, my mother was one of those women whose totally obsessed with her appearance, she bought all the face creams, make-ups, even a botox or two when she could afford it. She was diagnosed with pretty serious anorexia, despite the fact she was already model thin. My father was possibly, almost, nearly C.E.O. of some stupid giant business and was obsessed with meetings and graphs and numbers. He was a workaholic to say the least. All locked up in his office when he was home... Which was rare. I'm pretty sure he didn't even know my name, he just referred to me as 'kid' or 'Peanut'. (I'm allergic to peanuts, by the way.)
So my parents were out late at this work dinner (Where my mom probably didn't eat and my dad most likely did not notice.) and they were on their way home... And boom! They're just dead. Gone. Just like that.
I didn't cry when I found out the next day. I was just... in shock. I walked in from school and one of my dad's Co-Workers was there in my house along with a few policemen. I lived with one of my friends for the days leading up to the funeral. Rumors flew around and I picked up whispers at the painfully awkward funeral; where would I go? Who would take me in?
The answer:
I was to go live with my Aunt Rosaline; my father's adopted Korean sister. I didn't know my dad had a sister, but apparently she agreed to take me in and I prepared for the worst...
What brings you to Hollywood Arts?: My aunt suggested I audition to get in here. Rosaline, (As she asks me to call her) is a costume designer here in Hollywood. She does things for all kinds of movies and occasionally takes commissions for celebrities looking for something fresh to wear on the red carpet. Her work is brilliant and got me inspired to try my hand at drawing. We both discovered my artistic talent.
The lonely emotions I'd kept inside me for so long came out on canvas as beautiful snapshots that told deep stories about me. She sent in my art to Hollywood Arts, some hipster freaky talent school nearby. I didn't get in the first time, so my aunt helped me more with my art and even with other talents. She had me sing, ran by acting exercises, and kept me busy with all sorts of new art materials: clay, oil pastels, chalk, etc etc.
Finally, I visited the school with a box full of my paintings, sketches, doodles, and clay models. They were "interested". So I came back a few days later to perform a skit and then sang later that day. I got in. Rosaline to thank.
Anything else you wanna tell me about?: Although, my new budding relationship with my outgoing and hilarious Aunt are helping me, I'm still a bit of a loner. I prefer to be on my own since I never knew love as a child, I've never really wanted it. I don't trust people and I don't understand friendship. Don't think I'm being snooty if I don't want to talk to you, I'm a little awkward when it comes to conversation...
Age/grade: 16/ 10th grade
Appearance: I'm around 5'6", average weight. I've tanned pretty quickly since I've come to California, so I guess I can't say i'm pale anymore. I have dark blue eyes and under all this blonde hair dye, I'm a natural brunette.
About yourself: It's sorta a weird story, how I ended up where I am. My mother and father "perished" in a car crash about a year ago. I don't mind them being gone, which I guess sounds really horrible if you don't know the back story here. You see, my mother was one of those women whose totally obsessed with her appearance, she bought all the face creams, make-ups, even a botox or two when she could afford it. She was diagnosed with pretty serious anorexia, despite the fact she was already model thin. My father was possibly, almost, nearly C.E.O. of some stupid giant business and was obsessed with meetings and graphs and numbers. He was a workaholic to say the least. All locked up in his office when he was home... Which was rare. I'm pretty sure he didn't even know my name, he just referred to me as 'kid' or 'Peanut'. (I'm allergic to peanuts, by the way.)
So my parents were out late at this work dinner (Where my mom probably didn't eat and my dad most likely did not notice.) and they were on their way home... And boom! They're just dead. Gone. Just like that.
I didn't cry when I found out the next day. I was just... in shock. I walked in from school and one of my dad's Co-Workers was there in my house along with a few policemen. I lived with one of my friends for the days leading up to the funeral. Rumors flew around and I picked up whispers at the painfully awkward funeral; where would I go? Who would take me in?
The answer:
I was to go live with my Aunt Rosaline; my father's adopted Korean sister. I didn't know my dad had a sister, but apparently she agreed to take me in and I prepared for the worst...
What brings you to Hollywood Arts?: My aunt suggested I audition to get in here. Rosaline, (As she asks me to call her) is a costume designer here in Hollywood. She does things for all kinds of movies and occasionally takes commissions for celebrities looking for something fresh to wear on the red carpet. Her work is brilliant and got me inspired to try my hand at drawing. We both discovered my artistic talent.
The lonely emotions I'd kept inside me for so long came out on canvas as beautiful snapshots that told deep stories about me. She sent in my art to Hollywood Arts, some hipster freaky talent school nearby. I didn't get in the first time, so my aunt helped me more with my art and even with other talents. She had me sing, ran by acting exercises, and kept me busy with all sorts of new art materials: clay, oil pastels, chalk, etc etc.
Finally, I visited the school with a box full of my paintings, sketches, doodles, and clay models. They were "interested". So I came back a few days later to perform a skit and then sang later that day. I got in. Rosaline to thank.
Anything else you wanna tell me about?: Although, my new budding relationship with my outgoing and hilarious Aunt are helping me, I'm still a bit of a loner. I prefer to be on my own since I never knew love as a child, I've never really wanted it. I don't trust people and I don't understand friendship. Don't think I'm being snooty if I don't want to talk to you, I'm a little awkward when it comes to conversation...
