She took drama out of context.
She embodied it,
Embraced it like her greatest lover.
She wonders why she's so very alone,
After so many short and sweet nights,
Which, just like she,
(more) Fell out of faith,
Tired, restless, sleeping alone,
Making imprints in her own sheets and pillows,
Wishing that the shadows in front of her eyes,
And turn her dreams
Into more than just steam and air and smoke...
You wouldn't dare say more than you ever meant.
Enough to make the awake go away.
It was supposed to be the day of her life, the pinnacle of three years of hard work, leading up to two hours of sheer triumph later on this afternoon.
She looked out onto the sea, over the waves that gently came to shore. Guilt crept up inside(more) her like liquid filling a tank, slowly and steadily, cold to the touch and unstoppable. She shivered from the early morning breeze, her bare feet numb from the cold. She had to dig her toes in further to steady herself.
There was no way she could go through with it, deserved to go through with it. That place on stage, it wasn't hers to claim. Her fingers playing with the black tassel hanging centre off her square shaped black hat. She knew the right thing would be to set the record straight.
She turned her head towards the first rays of sunlight peeking over the rows of houses built by the beach. She closed her eyes, willing sun dawn to cast its warmth over her cheeks.
Glancing at her watch, she knew it was nearly time for the last class to start. Last practice, last chance. She slowly shook her head and knew there and then that she would never tell a living soul.
Blinking the tears away, she turned around and started walking back.
The girls sat down at the table like they always did; Kassandra closest to the door, Jessie to her right and Danielle across from Jessie.
"So who do you think is gonna get the lead?" said Danielle to the empty space in between the two.
"It's definite(more)ly not going to be that bitch." said Kassandra, motioning with her head toward a girl sitting a few tables away who had her back turned to them as she talked to a boy who was seated across from her.
"Yeah, she literally thinks she's the best person ever. He doesn't even like her. I heard he's only talking to her because he's trying to make Jacob jealous since all that stuff went down."
The boy laughed at the girl, got up and walked back to his table of friends while trying to sneak a look back at the girl. She then tidied up her area, and walked over to the area where trays are place, which meant she had to walk by Danielle's table.
"Hey, Adrianna, what's going on?" Danielle said loudly as to not be ignored. A smile crossed Danielle's face and was matched by Adrianna's.
"Oh, not much. Just trying to study my lines. I really hope I get that part. It's gonna be tough with you as my competition though! You were so good on Tuesday. I heard Mrs. Walker talking about how impressed she was. Well....I. 've gotta go stop by the library before the next bell, so see you later." With that, Adrianna flashed everyone another smile and was back on her way to the tray receptacle. Everyone returned smiles. (less)
Today for drama class, I want you to pretend. Pretend like you are another person. Become an actress. Become someone other than you. Become something other than you.
You could be an hybrid animal. A tiger with purple stripes and large antelope antlers and raptor-like claws. A giraffe(more) with a long lion's mane and deadly porcupine spikes, your tail hide as thick and long as an alligator's. A small rodent with sleep-inducing feathery wings and a fatal bite that meant death.
You could be an inanimate object. You could be that lamppost that has faulty lighting You could be that cup with the cute pig shaped cover. You could be scissors that cuts up paper and is safe to kids.
The drama teacher goes on stage to show us. At the moment he reaches the middle of the small stage, his whole body straighten up. His right hand grabs his heart in panic. We hear him breath strangely and loudly. His back bends suddenly. He is now on his(more) knees. Everybody applauses heavily. He falls on his back. We all applause even louder.
Then, he stops breathing.
Everyone is confused suddenly. Is he still acting, or is he actually dying? Nobody's sure. A guy goes on stage and take the teachers wrist in his hand. He puts his thumb at a certain place, and look at us seriously. He starts to laugh. Then we hear from the supposely dead body:
I spied her across the bar, a girl I've met many times before but I couldn't say I know her. Sipping my bourbon, I watched her as I thought she was meant to be watched, as if I was sitting in the audience and she was on stage.
(more) The smile plastered across her face did actually reach her eyes, but watching closely I could see it willed there, like she was trying hard to inflate a balloon. The mobility of her facial expressions was almost--but not quite--fluid, but if one paid close enough attention the hiccups in transition were visible, like a car's transmission staggering a little going into second gear.
She minced, she charmed, she cajoled. She all but pranced.
I wondered if the guy she was talking to knew it was all an act.