Ꭰakota Ꮮillian Ꮪimmons
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lovexxisxxpatient,xxlovexxisxxkind.
Itxxdoesxxnotxxenvy,xxitxxdoesxxnotxxboast,xxit xxisxxnotxxproud.
Itxxisxxnotxx rude,xxitxxisxxnotxxself-seeking,xxitxxisxxnotxxeasilyxxangered, xxitxx keepsxxnoxxrecordxx ofxxwrongs.
Lovexxdoesxxnotxxdelightxxinxxevil,xxbutxxrejoicesxxwithxxthexxtruth.
Itxxalwaysxxprotects,xxalwaysxxtrusts,xxalwaysxxhopes,xxalwaysxxperseveres.
Lovexxneverxxfails.xx 1xxCorinthiansxx13:4
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Okay so, here I was now preparing to rehearse an entire act with Caleb. I have never sang in front of people at school before. I've only sang at church. With the crowd probably doubling, I didn't mind. This was going to be interesting, for I was willing to take the challenge. Supposedly Maria has this beautiful high pitched voice, that sounds like an opera singer. I can't sing like an opera singer. That's a fact. Some of my friends from church once told me that I had a voice of an angel, but I don't really think I do. Angels are magnificent, and I'm pretty sure my mother is watching me right now from her cloud in heaven. She died during child birth. It was either she would live, or I would die or the other way around. Sometimes I wish it were the other way sometimes. It's so that way dad would be happier, but he seems perfectly happy with how his life is going at the moment. Every time I try to ask him about mom, he takes the time to tell me interesting stories about them. Where they met, to how their love began. The stories were truly magical. Dad also told me that mom had this beautiful voice, so that probably explains where I got it from. And, I'm very thankful for at least getting mom's beautiful singing voice, since I can't even remember her at all.
"Alright, I think we should start with scene four, when they first dance, and everyone is there!" Instantly, I began to flip through the book until I came across scene four, the scene where Maria and Toni meet. Reading through the text, I knew this was just acting. What was about to be said between us, meant nothing. Absolutely nothing. As I silently read along with Jacob, who was playing as the Glad Hand. Quickly glancing at Penny, she seemed just about as bored as Caleb looked at the moment. I feel kind of bad that she didn't get the part, but I've never heard Penny sing before. Now that I mention it, she doesn't like talking about singing too much. When the Glad Hand finished his first line, the Snow Boy entered the scene. Trying to remember how the movie went, the script kind of corresponded with it, though I didn't remember a Glad Hand or a Snow Boy being in the movie--but yet again. Movies were sometimes different from the book, or in this case script. Next was Caleb's entrance. After the little conversation between the Glad Hand and the Snow Boy the room grew quiet. Looking up from my book, I noticed that everyone was looking at Caleb. Possibly waiting for him to say his lines. Directing my attention back to the book, my lines were next. Right after Caleb began with an "Uh.." Majority of the people in this room were probably thinking that there was no way we were going to master this play in a span of two weeks. I on the other hand, thought otherwise.
"You're not thinking I'm somebo - one - else?" He messed up his lines. This wasn't the first time our class had to deal with someone who couldn't memorize their lines, we were practically use to it, but when it comes to a point where the person doesn't care, then we decide to do something about it. That "something" just involves a group of us talking with Ms. Garber. It's nothing more than that. We don't sabotage people or hurt them, we just try our best to help them out. Gently sighing, I looked up from my script and looked at Caleb in the eyes. "I know you are not." Crossing on leg over the other, I straightened my back as the chairs began to feel uncomfortable. If the school had enough money to supply ten computers per classroom, then how come they couldn't purchase comfortable chairs for drama? "or that we have met before?" With the book in my left hand, I continued to look at Caleb with this serious expression on my face. Hopefully, this expression will tell others that I'm portraying Maria decently. Gently blinking at him, I opened my mouth to say my next set of lines. "I know we have not." Turning away from Caleb I look straight at Ms. Garber.
"Well, since we can't exactly being with the movements yet, let's go back to the beginning. Don't mind the movements, let's just start with the text. Sterling, please start reading as Krupke." As everyone flipped through their books, I was beginning to wonder why she had us to only a little part of scene four. Was it to see if Caleb and I had some chemistry? Rolling my eyes at my own thought, I stopped at page one, scene one. Noticing that my character wasn't introduced until scene three, I remained silent as everyone began taking turns at reading their parts. Every now or then, I would glance at Ms. Garber who seemed to have a pleased expression on her face. Maybe I was right. Maybe we would be able to handle this situation, and present a decent play to the entire school. Peaking at what Caleb was doing, he didn't seem to enjoy being here. Since every now or then, the chair would creek because of how he was constantly moving. He was probably trying to find a comfortable way to sit, but of course with cheap chairs there was no way you would ever find a comfortable way of sitting. The only thing I could do now was just silently read along with everyone else.
Glancing at the clock that rested right above Ms. Garber's desk, it was five minutes until three o'clock. Five minutes until school was over. "Class, since we only have two weeks from today to get our lines memorized, I am assigning partners. With your partner I expect you to find a way to practice your lines together. It can be after school, during school, before school whatever. It's all up to you. " Ms. Garber stated as everyone began to pick up their chairs and stack them on top of each other. Reaching for my purse, I placed it on my shoulder before bringing my chair over to where everyone else was placing it. "Penny. You and Daniel are together." Ms. Garber began, as she went straight down the list of people. "Lastly, I would like our two leads to be partners." And with that the bell rang, as everyone left the classroom. Gathering up my books from the table, I placed them inside my bag and headed out the door. If Caleb really wanted to be my partner, then he would have show me that he was wiling to take this seriously. Heading back to my locker, I pulled out my Calculus book before closing it shut. Pulling out a note from my bag, I had to get the groceries today. Scanning over the list, I began walking down the hallway until I accidentally bumped into someone. "Watch it B***ch!" Looking up at the girl, I blinked. "Sorry." My eyes immediately went down to look at my ballet flats. "Sorry just won't ******** cut it." Taking my bag she flung it straight in the trash can, before walking off. Closing my eyes, I gently sighed. Walking over to the trash can, I began to dig around for my bag. Finally finding it, I noticed it was completely covered in condiments. Behind me I could hear people laughing at me for digging through the garbage, but honestly I just didn't care. Fleeing the scene, I ran straight to my car and threw my bag right next to me in the passenger's seat. Bringing my hands up to the steering wheel, I knew I couldn't handle it. All the embarrassment, bruises, and torture I've been dealing with ever since middle school. I couldn't take it anymore. Resting my head against the wheel, I began to cry. In the middle of the parking lot. I just wanted to go home more than anything, but my hands wouldn't move.
occ: whoa, that's way better than the one i found. thanks Enn (:
