Motivation

At 17, Quinlin was accepted into a prestigious school due to her academics. Diligently working as always, her attention began to gravitate to those beginning to intertwine themselves with business. Quinlin had no such happenings, only the same old academic and service duties. It wasn't all too surprising considering her family had little connections, but now settled in, it was time to force opportunities.

She began to shadow other range conservationists in exchange for helping them research and manage data. The work began to eat into theater time but that was necessary, hobbies take a backseat. That said, she couldn't help but ask around, explore what might be available. Her long ago conclusion was still relevant, directions to advance in theater were far from transparent or pretty sketchy as best.

The new group she performed with grieved her absence and urged her to pursue theater instead. Hiding away, she cried. It wasn't something anyone knew or suspected, but she cried often. It was moving, to at last be linked with those that saw her potential and yearned for it to be reached. But this was a lower end theater group at their school, they had little to no means of helping with connections.

One day, news came that the school was planning to stage a play of which thousands were projected to attend. The play was Quinlin's favorite, one she had acted out over and over, simply out of love for the story. "Shìloheem's intemperance." Although Quinlin performed all major roles, including male ones, her most impressive act was Frost, the woman Shìloheem had declared his own. 

For the occasion, Quinlin's group acted out the play and were stunned by her performance, some even dropped their act mid scene to marvel at her character. It was truly an embodiment of the woman Frost was made out to be. "You should be the one!" Over and over her friends rained cheers upon her, cheers pointed with agony. Shouldn't they be mourning the fact there was no way to even audition for the role at her status? They carried on with excitement, inviting more and more people to check out their hidden star.

After a point, the positivity began to swindle her, arousing a gusto within daily monotonous duties. It seemed silly to be upset about it now, she was becoming more widely acknowledged. 

Unwittingly entertaining the new formed fans in her spare time, a perception was suddenly realized. Expectations. How many would be left disappointed if there was no attempt to bulldoze her way up for that role. Even if they wouldn't say so, Quinlin began to judge their enthusiasm as just that.

Some began to call her Frost, even outside of theater. Some turned to more. She'd grin about it when alone. Their silent pressure felt endearing, it was against her nature to consider it an obstacle or burden, it would be a catalyst. 

Finally it came time to announce the big stage was now the target. Before doing so, she thoroughly inspected the options available. A man named Edward was the father of a new fan of hers and the closest thing to the kind of reputable figure she needed. After receiving hurrahs, Quinlin sought him out with the help of his daughter.

Edward wasted no time, a contract was immediately laid out in simple terms. If he were to set up a meeting with a man named Freemon and it result in a meeting with the head director, Quinlin would then give up a small percentage of income of all contracts relating to acting. She agreed, her cards were dealt and you don't mope about your first hand. No, it was time to make moves.

Freemon turned out to be much more calculated, taking the time to see her performance for himself. With that, the contract was much more formidable. There'd be financial debt and he'd have say in how and when she'd pay, but they'd work as a team in pursuing opportunities, which would start now, where they'd establish a meeting with the head director.

It was hard to keep up, his words were overwhelming and his energy drained her.

"That's a lot," She wanted to say. 

Instead, a futile attempt at negotiation was made, promptly met by a spiel about all the people he himself had made successful. Quinlin does her due diligence, she knew going into this meeting. Regardless, she prayed for a less daunting decision to make. What could she do? It's as if she were forced to choose between range conservationist and actor right here and now. Yet, that in itself was exciting. She was given an opportunity to commit to her passion, to make her friends proud.

Quinlin stared at Freemon with a serious poise. "I won't sully your reputation."