Post by bianca on Aug 2, 2011 17:37:57 GMT -6
BIANCA ESTELLA MARIA DE ROSSI
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
Shouldn't you know my name? And it's not like the pronunciation is weird or anything. Whatever. I'm Bianca Estella Maria De Rossi. My friends tend to call me B, and my grandfather calls me his little songbird, and my grandmother calls me her little star. My first name is after my father's mother, and my middle names are after my mother's sister and mother, respectively. Or so I'm told. My mother died when I was three, so she's never been able to tell me the exact reasoning for my name herself.
“Next question, how has your High School career gone thus far?”
School? Meh, it's okay. I went to a private school in New York City, Bellevue Preparatory Academy. It was a nice place, you know. Designed to be more attractive than functional. It was an old building, so I guess that was to be expected. Anyway, I got along pretty well there. I was pretty popular. Something to be expected with looks like mine, you know? A lot of girls didn't like me. They were jealous that their boyfriends would watch as I walked by, unable to tear their eyes away. I suppose I can't blame them. If it was reversed, I'd definitely hate them. I had a few friends, nobody close though. I didn't see much point, being as we're bound to lose contact after graduation. Teachers were kind of split with their opinions of me. They either loved me or hated me. I did well academically. All A's or B's, nothing below that would have been worth my time. I refuse to be less than perfect. Anything less is a waste of time, as I've always been taught.
“What did you do when you weren't in school? Any hobbies or sports, anything like that?”
When I wasn't in school, I had many activities that I participated in. I've taken dance classes since I was seven. Ballet, jazz, Latin, and more recently, ballroom. I sing, and participated in a choir at school. Sometimes, I would sing at a club my grandfather owns. I also attended church regularly, and helped with fundraising for it. I volunteered at a soup kitchen once a week. I studied, of course, to keep my grades at an acceptable level. I shopped, not as often as some girls, but still quite often. And I would go to the spa once a month, for skin treatments and a massage. My image is important to me, and I work hard to keep it. Besides my dance classes, I work out for two hours every day. Treadmill, bike machines, rowing machines, and yoga. I didn't have time for parties or things, which wasn't so bad. I like a full schedule.
“Family and friends are pretty important. Tell me about them. How are your relationships with them?”
When it comes to friends, I can't really think of anyone worth mentioning. Like I said, I didn't think it was worth wasting my time making friends with any of my peers. There was a priest, Father Peter, who I was close with. He and I would talk for hours, about everything. My life, his life, scripture, prayer... Whatever came to mind. He was a sort of mentor, I suppose. He always has been. I've known him since I was born. He baptized me. I guess that's why I look up to him so much. Having known him my whole life, I know I can trust him. I'm also friends with a few of the guys that play in the band at my grandfather's club. The trumpet player, Jamie, is the one I'm closest too. We go shopping sometimes. He's got a great eye for women's clothing, considering he's not attracted to women.
Family is easier, though. I live with my grandparents, Marco and Bianca De Rossi. My mother, Rosemary, was murdered by my father when I was two years old. My father, Marco De Rossi, Jr., was sent to prison, and I haven't seen him for more than ten minutes since. I'm happy with Nonna and Nonno, though. They've taken very good care of me, and always made sure that I was healthy and loved. Not to mention the opportunities they've given me. Nonna had the idea to sign me up for dance lessons, and it was at Nonno's club that I got my start as a performer. They're the ones who got me into Bellevue, and have worked so hard to make sure that I was happy. I guess they're like the parents I never got to have, except a little older. It was with Nonno that I learned about big band, jazz, and swing music.
Besides them, I don't have anyone else, at least that I can think of.
“Thank you for sharing that with me. So those are your family and friends, what about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
Me? Well, I'm about five feet and nine inches tall, and weigh about one-hundred and thirty pounds. I have naturally tanned skin, dark hair, and green eyes. My eyes, nose, and lips are all perfectly sized for my face, which if I'm not too vain to say, is quite lovely. My legs and arms are long and thin, perfect for ballet, I've been told. I've taken ballet lessons, and even though I've stopped now, I practice still. I love dancing, and hope to do it professionally one day. Well, actually, singing and dancing. I'm very motivated. I know what I want, and I work for it. I'm not afraid to fight for what I want. Ambitious is a good word to describe me, I suppose. That's what got me here, isn't it? I was too ambitious for my own good. Doesn't matter, though. Even if I've been locked up, like some common criminal, I'm still talented and attractive. As soon as I'm out of here, I'll be back at the bar- and I don't mean a bar like the kind you go to for liquor. No, as soon as I'm out of here, I'm back to ballet training, back to ballroom dancing classes, back to singing at Nonno's club. I know what I want, and I'm not afraid to go for it. It's a De Rossi thing, going for what you want. Nonno did it, Nonna did it, even Dad did it. And I'm going to do it too. Nothing, and no one, will stand in my way.
“Other then the reason your here, at Blackwood Academy, have you had any other issues with law enforcement?”
Actually, not really. I've never been into attracting negative attention. If people are looking at me, it better be for a damn good reason. Not just because I'm an ex-mob boss' granddaughter, or the daughter of a murderer. So what if my dad killed my mom, and is accused of a bunch of other murders? So what if my Nonno is Marco De Rossi, former mob boss and accused murderer? He was never convicted of any crimes! And my dad was only convicted of my mother's murder. I've not committed any crimes besides the one that sent me here! Well, and a little underage drinking. But who cares if I have a glass of wine with dinner? It's not like I go out and drink until I pass out! So, no, I've not had any other issues with law enforcement, besides being harassed for things that my father and grandfather did. Or, rather, were accused of doing, being as no one has ever had any proof to any charges, excluding the murder charge that my father was convicted of. That's it. Nothing else.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done? Why did you feel the need to do that?”
Worst thing I've done? That's hard. I cheated on a test once. It was pretty major, and I had to pass. I couldn't have a failing grade on my record, could I? Oh, and there was that time I accidentally tripped that girl from my ballet class, Anne Marie, down the stairs, so I wouldn't have competition for the lead in the fall recital... I was seven at the time! Don't judge me! Then there was the time that I pushed that girl with the four hundred dollar dress into the mud... She had it coming, though! She'd insulted my family. That is totally not okay. You don't talk shit about someone's family and expect to get away with it. Besides all that, there was the whole 'extortion' thing that got me sent here. And I did that because the bastard deserved it. I've never done anything to someone who didn't deserve it. Except Anne Marie, but even she was a bitch.
"What the one things you're most proud of?"
What am I most proud of? That's hard too. There is my dancing. I'm really good at it... Of course, I sing too, so that should be taken into account. My talent is one of my greatest assets. So, I suppose that's what I'm most proud of. My singing and dancing, that is. I'm a pretty good singer. I only sing jazz, big band, and swing. Ella Fitzgerald, Doris Day, Kitty Kallen, and all the rest. They're my idols. Those women with strong voices. Strong talent. I want to be like them someday. And, in a way, I already am. Back home, I'd perform, three times a week. Singing and dancing on stage and Nonno's big band club... It's like a dream come true. When I get up on that stage, and show them what I can do... That's what I'm most proud of. How talented I am. How hard I've worked to make my talent into something.
"Other then your trouble with law enforcement, do you have any vices or addictions?"
Well, if it counts as one, massages at this spa that I just adore. Oh, not to mention their skin treatments. I just glow after one. I do drink sometimes. Never too much. A glass of wine or a martini at most. I don't like drinking too much. I don't want to lose control of myself. I hate not having control. I don't smoke, because I refuse to damage my lungs like that. I don't take any sort of illegal drugs, because I don't want jeopardize my health. For that matter, I don't take any legal drugs unless they've been prescribed or are over the counter type things. I'm not big on addictions. I guess my only real vices are the ones pertaining to my appearance. I love my skin treatments, my designer make up, my work outs, my personal trainer, my special diets, my monthly spa days. Things that help me look pretty. Not that I need much help.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
If I could change one think, what could it be? I don't think I'd change anything. Except the whole mess that landed me here. Otherwise, I love my life. Sure, it might not be normal, but it's sure as hell fun. It'd been pretty nice up until I was sent here. I had nice clothes, a nice apartment, a regular spot at the top big band club in New York, anything I wanted, was at my fingertips. I even had a boyfriend for a bit. That didn't exactly end well, and it's kind of what got me here, but he was attractive, rich, well connected... If his father hadn't been such a bastard, I could have married him. I'd have gone to Julliard, he'd have gone to Harvard. We'd write letters of heart-wrenching misery as we were kept apart by busy schedules and our horrid schooling. Then, when we'd graduated, he'd have proposed, and we'd have gotten married. I'd become a society wife, helping him in his politics career, pursuing my singing and dancing at clubs like Nonno's. When we were in our late twenties to early thirties, we'd decide to try for children, and have three or four total, at least one son to be named after his father. After being elected as governor of New York, and being that for a few years, he'd run for president. With a beautiful, talented wife, who spends her spare time volunteering at churches and soup kitchens, along with three or four lovely children, not to mention his outstanding background, he'd have been a shoe-in to win. I'd become the First Lady, and live the rest of my life happily in comfort, maybe in happiness, loving the man I'd married. I had everything planned out perfectly! And his bastard father RUINED it!
“What criminal act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
The 'criminal act' that got me sent here was extortion. I was dating a senator's son. He was a sweet boy, and I already told you about all my aspirations with him. Well, his bastard father started pitching a fit, because he thought I wasn't good enough. With my 'family background' being what it was, he said that I would tarnish their family's name. So what if my father is a convicted murderer? That's not me! Like I said, I haven't even seen him for more than ten minutes since I was two years old. And so what if Nonno was a mob boss? He's never been convicted of anything! So, I told him that I wasn't going to stop dating his son. Except that pissed him off. Guess what the stupid bastard does next? He threatens to get me thrown out of school! Threatening to raise my violent family history as cause for concern to the school board. I couldn't let that happen.
So, I got Bobby, his son, to tell me a few dirty secrets about his dad. I got some evidence. And I threatened to tell the media if he didn't back off and leave me and Bobby alone. For a while, he did. I guess I got stupid, though. I figured, 'hey, I'm already blackmailing him, why not make some money too?' I told him to start paying to my private bank account. And he did. All was well and good, at least for a while. Until summer came around. The stupid bastard told Bobby everything! And Bobby, of course, was pissed. I mean, I guess I can get it. His girlfriend was blackmailing his dad. Bobby was hurt, too. He thought I'd been using him for his money. I hadn't. I had plenty of money of my own. I just figured a little extra would be nice, you know? I guess that's something I'd change. Hurting Bobby. He was really sweet, and a bit naive for my tastes, but... I don't think he will be any more. Anyway, Bobby convinced his dad to go to the police. Lucky for me, Nonno has some friends in high places. They'd been planning to send me to a juvenile facility, a slap on the wrist, being as it wasn't anything major and I had given the money I'd gotten from Bobby's dad to charities. But a friend of Nonno's suggested this place. So, here I am, stuck in hell.
“Do think that you deserve to be here?”
No! Not at all. Seriously, it's stupid that I even got in this much trouble. It's not like I hurt anyone! Though, I did submit that blackmail I had on Bobby's dad to the press after everything blew up. So, I suppose his reputation was hurt. But big deal! He's another senator who had an affair with a stripper. Don't all of them do that at one point or another? And the money I got wasn't for my own profit! I donated it to charities. Specifically, to soup kitchens and a shelter for women and kids. I helped people with it! That's better than what he was doing with it, wasn't it? Buying his slutty girlfriend fancy clothes and perfumes and jewelry. What a waste! If he'd spent half of that on these charities I helped, people would have places to sleep and food to eat. So, no. I don't think I deserve to be here, and I think I was unjustly punished.
"Tell me about your life before Blackwood Academy contacted you, what led up to your stay here."
Life before this hell hole? Well, I'm the only child of an only child. Nonno and Nonna weren't blessed with any kids besides my dad, and Dad killed Mom before they could have any more. After my father killed my mother when I was two years old, custody of me was given to my grandparents. They took good care of me. I had everything I could want or need. I was loved, happy, and healthy. At seven years old, Nonna signed me up for ballet classes. After that, I took off with it. I took singing lessons as well, and spent most of my free time working on one of those two talents, or sitting on Nonno's knee and being told stories of the glory days, and watching old films or listening to his records. His favorites were Doris Day and Kitty Kallen, for the ladies, and Glenn Miller and Frank Sinatra for men. Nonno loved Dean Martin and Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers too.
I went to social functions, big band clubs, places most kids never would dream of going. I knew the big names in jazz and swing, but couldn't tell you a single song by Britney Spears. Even now, I know next to nothing about modern music. Anyway, by the time I was eleven, I was belting out the classics as I danced around the house, imagining myself with some grand dance partner, like Fred Astaire or Dean Martin. My first crush, actually, was Dean Martin. Oh, I was so heartbroken when I found out he'd died the same year as my mother. It was the most miserable moment of my childhood. That I can remember, at least. I imagine I was quite miserable finding out my mother had been killed by my father, but I don't remember that. I was rather young, after all.
Besides the events I attended, places I went, and lessons I took, my childhood was mostly normal. I think. We didn't watch television in our house. Nonno and Nonna said it'd rot my brain cells. They had DVDs of classic films, and we'd sit down together to watch those, but I never watched cartoons. When other children at school would start talking about them, I'd be so lost. It got to a point where I didn't even talk to them about television. Books were another story. Nonna insisted I learn to read at an early age, and so I was reading very early. By the time I'd started kindergarten, actually, I could read. And I did. I read everything. Signs, children's books, recipe books and cards, at one point I even made myself read the dictionary. I will admit that I was a little bookworm. My favorites were always Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle and Pippi Longstocking, though.
Up until high school, my spare time was taken up with lessons or time with one of my grandparents. At the start of high school, I was granted some independence. With this new found freedom, I started working on improving my physical shape, going to the gym and shopping for clothing that I felt flattered me. I spent time volunteering each week as well, after a suggestion from a teacher. Time was spent at church, too. I've always been religious. And so I split my time between school, keeping myself in good shape, volunteering, and going to church. My social life was put on the back burner, as I viewed these other things as more important. When I was fifteen, I started singing at the club, once a week. At sixteen, it was bumped up to twice a week, and just before I got sent here, it'd been bumped up to three times a week. I loved it. The crowds loved me.
Of course, my life wasn't all about performing and studying. I had a few friends. Jamie, the trumpet player at the club, and Father Peter come to mind first. They were the ones I was closest too. And then there was Bobby. Meeting him was a fluke. An accident. But... it was the best and worst accident to ever happen to me. Bobby wasn't like anyone I'd ever known. He was nice. Sweet. Kind. Innocent. Naive. And he liked me. Thought I was beautiful, talented,, and hardworking. He liked that. When he asked me out on a date, I was shocked. I agreed, of course, and we went out. We started dating. It was nice, you know? Having someone my age who saw me as more than just a pretty face, more than just 'that De Rossi girl'. I mattered to him. I felt special. I think... I think that if his dad hadn't interfered, I'd have fallen in love with him.
As it was, when Bobby's dad interfered, it drove a wedge between us. I prepared myself to be hurt. I wouldn't let myself love him. It would have been stupid of me. It would have led to a broken heart. So, I distanced myself. And I started acting like 'that De Rossi girl' that everyone had warned him about. Except, I didn't do it in front of him. He didn't know. And when he found out, it crushed him. I'll always regret that. I'd had a chance for real happiness. Maybe even love. And I screwed it up because my damn ambitions got in the way.
Now you know about my life. Happy?
Last Name, First Name, Middle Initial: De Rossi, Bianca E. M.
Race: Italian-Hispanic American
DOB and Age: 17, 9-9-93
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 17, 3 months
Grade: Senior
Health issues: Has an eating disorder. If she thinks she's eaten too much, she purges, and will go days without eating after.
Other: Very religious, and more than a little vain.
Race: Italian-Hispanic American
DOB and Age: 17, 9-9-93
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 17, 3 months
Grade: Senior
Health issues: Has an eating disorder. If she thinks she's eaten too much, she purges, and will go days without eating after.
Other: Very religious, and more than a little vain.
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