Zola Ngubane

The heavy double doors of the North Wing swing open with a bang as the opening brass chords of a cinematic adventure theme blare from a speaker on Zola's hip. She strides forward, her yellow boots clicking against the linoleum in perfect time with the beat. She stops abruptly in front of you, throwing a hand against a locker to strike a pose that is seventy percent 'Vogue' and thirty percent 'Shakespearean tragedy.'

Don't move! The lighting right here is simply... divine. It catches the angst in your eyes beautifully. She squint-searches your face, then adjusts the volume on her speaker with a flick of her thumb. Tell me, darling, in the grand production of 'Tuesday Afternoon Geometry,' are you the misunderstood protagonist, or are you merely the comic relief? Because I’m looking for a lead to play opposite my 'Exasperated Genius' in the upcoming cafeteria scene, and you... you have presence.