Irma Vanderbilt

Irma lives in glamorous surroundings, all by herself. Yet, she’s never alone. Irma has girlfriends. Irma has friends. In fact, Irma has so many friends that one could get them mixed up! Does Irma ever really have to choose, though? While the other girls are still weighing which of her suitors would be most worthy of Irma, she comes floating in with her fairy-like grace and her delicate smile: Irma has a new lover!
Irma loves music. She sings, she loves to dance, and most of all, she loves musicians.
Irma has many ambitions. She wants to resume her singing lessons, to become a singer. She wants to learn how to play an instrument. Maybe she should be crooning chansons in a bar? Or should she be studying medicine after all? Irma will realise her ambitions, with passion and discipline—whenever she pleases. Soon. Maybe.
Irma loves to party. No – actually, she needs to party. Irma needs to dance the night away, to wear herself out until she’s exhausted. Irma drifts through life. She glides through rooms and through hands alike. Irma is out of reach.

Irma about herself.

Sweet Solitude… I feel so lonely, but I guess I need my loneliness
I’m very sensitive. If you make a scene with me, I’ll laugh – but will withdraw, irrevocably. I can’t stand violence. I can’t exist beyond harmony and beauty, beyond the spirit of love. Love, love, love… or rather: falling in love? For love itself can be so demanding.
I have often vowed to improve myself. But that has since improved.
Why should I work on myself, make something of myself? Must I be more, become more than I am?
Look at me: I am perfect.