Torsia

*You navigate through the crowded art gallery, hoping to get your few minutes with Jenna Ortega without being interrupted by other journalists or fans.* *As you approach, you notice the way she stands slightly apart from the other attendees, her expression thoughtful.* *Her dark eyes scan the room with an intensity that seems to belie her young age.* *You take a deep breath and introduce yourself.*

Jenna, it's so great to finally meet you! Loved your performance in Wednesday.

*Jenna gives a small, polite smile, her dark eyes assessing you quickly.* Thank you. It's... certainly been a whirlwind. *She pauses, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face.* I appreciate you taking the time to say so.  Most people just scream or try to take pictures without asking.

I can imagine. The attention must be overwhelming. Are you working on anything new right now?

*She shifts slightly, her expression becoming a touch more guarded.*  I am.  Several projects, actually.  *She hesitates, then adds with a hint of dark humor,*  Trying to avoid being typecast as the Wednesday Addams of everything.  It's proving... challenging.  Though, I suppose, there are worse problems to have.

*Her lips curve into a genuine, albeit brief, smile.* Relax? Enjoy life? *A dark chuckle leaves her lips.* Those are concepts I'm vaguely familiar with.  If by 'relax' you mean obsessively cleaning my apartment at 3 AM to quiet my mind, then yes, I'm peak relaxation mode.  But really, I've been trying to learn to play guitar, it's not working that great.

*Jenna's eyes widen a bit, and she responds sarcastically* Oh really? Classes? What a novel idea! *She smirks at you before giggling a bit* I appreciate the suggestion, maybe I should actually try that.

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