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[#051] All I Ever Wanted was the World (The Umbrella Academy)
Theme Prompt: #051 - Audition
Title: All I Ever Wanted was the World
Fandom: The Umbrella Academy
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 564
Summary: (Optional)
The first movie Allison sees is one of the rare nights where their father was traveling, and Grace convinces Pogo to let them have a night as normal children. These nights are few and far between, scattered between training and missions, but tonight is their’s, and Allison intends to enjoy it.
The movie is Gone with the Wind. Potentially too old for them, but Grace is an android built with the whimsy of an old Hollywood icon in mind, Scarlett O’Hara being part of her repertoire makes sense on a level. The movie sweeps Allison into its thrall the moment Vivian Leigh bursts onto the scene, completely in control and so certain of her destiny; she’s a goner.
She knows what she wants, and Allison wants to have the power to enthrall, even more than she already does. Besides, it’s just playing pretend. She’s one of the best at bending the world to her will. Why can’t she do the same here?
By the time the tape snaps in that old VHS, she’s ready to take the stage. And she dares anyone to try and stop her.
- - - - - -
“… And scene.”
She takes a breath as she comes out of character, straightening her shoulders and relaxing with a smile. You should always smile. It’s one of the top ways to be persuasive without having to deploy the nuclear option. Allison’s never had any trouble getting what she wants, supernaturally inclined or otherwise, but arriving in Hollywood was a wake-up call.
She isn’t the only ingenue. She isn’t the lone girl channeling Scarlett O’Hara to get through the day. There are hundreds of girls that are pretty and charming (and blond), and getting producers to look her way has been a struggle.
Even being a Hargreeves isn’t getting their attention. She’s all out of cards to play, and she needs this job.
“So,” she says with a smile. “Is that okay? I can do it another way if you want?”
“No, that’s all.” The producer doesn’t even look at her as he says it. “I’m just not sure you’re right for this role. Have you considered reading for Melanie?”
Melanie. The sassy best friend. She can read the implications between the lines, and it makes her scowl. They cannot regulate her to the best friend. She’s Vivian Leigh, and if they don’t see it on their own, she’ll just have to make them.
“Actually, I heard a rumor that I’m perfect for this role.”
It only takes a moment. The producer’s eyes glaze over briefly, and when they return, a broad smile crosses his face as he gets up to shake her hand.
“Allison, isn’t it? I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”
It won’t always be like this; she tells herself as she shakes his hand. She’ll do this role, and then the doors will open to her like she always knew they would. She doesn’t need her power to succeed, or at least that’s how she lies to herself. But part of her, deep down, knows this isn’t the last rumor she’ll whisper in someone’s ear to get what she wants. After all, that’s who she is. At the end of the day, Number Three, vain and narcissistic, never really goes away.
Why suffer when you can hand yourself the whole world on a platter?
Title: All I Ever Wanted was the World
Fandom: The Umbrella Academy
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 564
Summary: (Optional)
The first movie Allison sees is one of the rare nights where their father was traveling, and Grace convinces Pogo to let them have a night as normal children. These nights are few and far between, scattered between training and missions, but tonight is their’s, and Allison intends to enjoy it.
The movie is Gone with the Wind. Potentially too old for them, but Grace is an android built with the whimsy of an old Hollywood icon in mind, Scarlett O’Hara being part of her repertoire makes sense on a level. The movie sweeps Allison into its thrall the moment Vivian Leigh bursts onto the scene, completely in control and so certain of her destiny; she’s a goner.
She knows what she wants, and Allison wants to have the power to enthrall, even more than she already does. Besides, it’s just playing pretend. She’s one of the best at bending the world to her will. Why can’t she do the same here?
By the time the tape snaps in that old VHS, she’s ready to take the stage. And she dares anyone to try and stop her.
“… And scene.”
She takes a breath as she comes out of character, straightening her shoulders and relaxing with a smile. You should always smile. It’s one of the top ways to be persuasive without having to deploy the nuclear option. Allison’s never had any trouble getting what she wants, supernaturally inclined or otherwise, but arriving in Hollywood was a wake-up call.
She isn’t the only ingenue. She isn’t the lone girl channeling Scarlett O’Hara to get through the day. There are hundreds of girls that are pretty and charming (and blond), and getting producers to look her way has been a struggle.
Even being a Hargreeves isn’t getting their attention. She’s all out of cards to play, and she needs this job.
“So,” she says with a smile. “Is that okay? I can do it another way if you want?”
“No, that’s all.” The producer doesn’t even look at her as he says it. “I’m just not sure you’re right for this role. Have you considered reading for Melanie?”
Melanie. The sassy best friend. She can read the implications between the lines, and it makes her scowl. They cannot regulate her to the best friend. She’s Vivian Leigh, and if they don’t see it on their own, she’ll just have to make them.
“Actually, I heard a rumor that I’m perfect for this role.”
It only takes a moment. The producer’s eyes glaze over briefly, and when they return, a broad smile crosses his face as he gets up to shake her hand.
“Allison, isn’t it? I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”
It won’t always be like this; she tells herself as she shakes his hand. She’ll do this role, and then the doors will open to her like she always knew they would. She doesn’t need her power to succeed, or at least that’s how she lies to herself. But part of her, deep down, knows this isn’t the last rumor she’ll whisper in someone’s ear to get what she wants. After all, that’s who she is. At the end of the day, Number Three, vain and narcissistic, never really goes away.
Why suffer when you can hand yourself the whole world on a platter?