Like a happy family
Dec. 23rd, 2011 01:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
griefofdawn
Humming along to the radio, Rachel scooped up another cookie from the hot cookie sheet. Let them cool for several hours, add a bit of her special vegan frosting, and they would be good to go. She could be social when she had to.
The cast of her first successful play had insisted she join them for a small private get together, even though they knew, the second year into their off-Broadway run, that she was a very private person, preferring to spend quiet evenings at home, her public persona being just that.
But they'd heard about her new roommate and insisted on Rachel bringing her. She wasn't sure how it happened. After four years of loneliness while at NYADA she'd expected more of the same when she started auditioning for roles. Rachel knew her intensity could be off putting since she refused to be anything less than professional.
But for reasons she couldn't fathom, they'd adopted her, treating her like a younger sister and taking her under their wings. There was none of the intense, backstabbing competition she'd faced at NYADA and had expected. They'd become the supportive fellow artists she'd wanted in high school but never had.
