The day went by in a blur only worsened by the instructor's expectations compared to Isadora's actual acting skills. The man had no mercy, not even a shred of patience as he paced before her like a hawk circling prey.
"What do you call that! You speak words yet your eyes convey nothing!" The French instructor snapped in a clearly thick accent that made his irritation sound even harsher.
"You cannot convince me, let alone anyone else!" he continued, his hands gesturing dramatically as Isadora tried not to cringe with the massive headache that had descended on her skull.
She had learnt the lines by heart first, which had taken almost all day, and they had just begun to practice her acting when the shouting started. The more he barked, the more her confidence shrank, until she was just muttering lines and hoping it would end soon.
