As soon as Maggie made mention of the Orpheum Theater, Maxine’s eyes lit up. They spoke of excitement; the beauty hit the nail right on the head. “Well then, isn’t that swell? I do believe you’re right- were you also there for auditions? As soon as I heard about the part for Cicily I just knew I had to try my luck! Everything Oscar Wilde has ever written is pure genius.” The brunette placed her chin on the back of her hand, batting long, dark lashes back at the woman. “A fellow thespian, then, Maggie? Well aren’t you just the cat’s meow? And absolutely gorgeous, too!”<br/><br/>Maxi took a bite of her Cornish hen, curling a finger around a loose tress of hair with her free hand. “And no, I’m not originally from Boston. I lived in a small, boring down in West Virginia before moving here for my acting career. A few bit parts here and there, then some more standing roles as I got older. Frankie here had asked me to come to tonight’s dinner, so I thought to myself ‘why not’? I plan to stay a few weeks, get to know the place, try a few plays on for fun, see where it takes me next.” She smiled, tilting her head in the other direction. “And what about you?”