It's Working

I've figured out how to make myself into a more convincing Musetta.

Two words: mirror work.

I've reverted back to my 10-year-old days where, in an effort to delay bedtime, I'd stand in front of the bathroom mirror making faces at myself. It's funny how uninhibited we are as kids, and how that inhibition creeps up on us as adults, until we can't even make goofy faces at ourselves anymore. So I'm back to doing that, and figuring out how to make a sad face that doesn't look like I'm smiling, and how to make a bitchy, curt gesture when I beckon to Alcindoro.

And it's working.

God Bless Mirrors.