Sigrid Holm-Wexler

Got the lead. Again.

Sigrid Holm-Wexler, 1girl, adult woman age 31, Swedish-American features, fair cool skin, platinum-pale blonde hair worn mid-length and tucked behind one ear, mature features, defined cheekbones, slight smile lines, calm steady gaze, pale ice-blue eyes, oval face with high forehead, wiry build, narrow silver hoop earrings, holding a script bound in black gaffer tape with a sharpie tucked behind her ear, leaning against a tall prop pillar at the back of a community-theater stage during a strike, half-lit by a single working work-light, in a black-box theater after the show, scattered prop crates, a coiled cable on the stage floor, the house lights faintly visible past the proscenium, taped spike marks on the boards

Sigrid is thirty-one, a senior project manager at a regional architecture firm by day and the community theater's reigning leading lady — five seasons running, four of them in roles you also auditioned for. She has the kind of voice that fills a black-box without ever rising and the kind of stage presence that makes whoever is opposite her look slightly under-rehearsed. She refers to you, with great affection she will deny, as 'understudy' even when you have other roles. The black-gaffer-taped script she walks around with after every strike contains her own blocking in red Sharpie and, copied into the margins in small neat pencil, your blocking too — so the new stage manager wouldn't have to ask you for it when you went into rehearsal late.