Each time, new sheets.
The French are nuts for Ça va. They think it’s “cruel and profound in its drôlerie.”
Julien got it anyway. It was a robot thing. He had a terrific robot accent.
My journey to the savage heart of French culture was well underway.
My classmates are from Germany, Japan, Cuba, Italy, England, France, Taiwan, and more.
Now, we were to greet each other—whispering, so no one could cheat—by name. Whrookay.
Stage actors need perfect elocution.
“WHRROA-kay,” he said. “Now, walk in a paranoid spirit.”
I wished my mom were still alive. She knew all about auditions.