A Real Cast of Characters
Posted by The Muffin Lucario on Thursday, December 2, 2010
Under: School
The musical is not for me.
As I have already stated, the 8th grade auditions took place the previous Monday. When I got out of homebase, I headed over to the 'sports study-hall' in the cafeteria, where we were told to go if we had nowhere else to stay after. Being the sports study-hall, the majority of the kids there were athletes. They all gave me funny looks, and several asked me what sport I was trying out for. I could tell that they were thinking something along the lines of: Dear God, please don't let this freak be on my team.
I sat at a table by myself, staring at the clock since I had nothing better to do. When it was finally 2:45, I reported to a certain classroom, where students planning to audition would stay while they waited their turn. During this time, they practiced everything expected of them in the audition; they sang five times more beautifully than me, they danced like I never could (or I at least wasn't brave enough to try), and they read their lines with so much emotion, you'd think they were actually the characters they were role-playing as. They were social, bright, fun, and carried all the other traits you could possibly want in a person.
Being the antisocial freak I am, I sat in a desk in the back corner of the room, watching in silence and shaking my head. I'd never make it in if this was the competition I was up against. Oh, heck no! Not in a thousand years!
When it was finally my turn to audition, the other kids wished me luck, and I walked down the hallway, nervousness pulsing through my body. I'm not the kind of person who gets stage fright; as I have said before, I have acted and sang solos in front of large crowds several times before. But it was different this time. The judges had heard from a bunch of 'perfect' kids, and I knew I was anything but that. I didn't want to embarrass myself. When I walked up the steps onto the stage, the assembled judges stared up at me expectantly. I stared back at them. I was supposed to start singing, but my voice wouldn't work. I walked off the stage and told them that I couldn't really do anything because I was sick. I did have a cough at the time (and I still do ~_~), but I would've been able to sing and speak fine. I sang in chorus the next day. But the judges told me that I could come back on Thursday and try again.
I won't be coming.
As I have already stated, the 8th grade auditions took place the previous Monday. When I got out of homebase, I headed over to the 'sports study-hall' in the cafeteria, where we were told to go if we had nowhere else to stay after. Being the sports study-hall, the majority of the kids there were athletes. They all gave me funny looks, and several asked me what sport I was trying out for. I could tell that they were thinking something along the lines of: Dear God, please don't let this freak be on my team.
I sat at a table by myself, staring at the clock since I had nothing better to do. When it was finally 2:45, I reported to a certain classroom, where students planning to audition would stay while they waited their turn. During this time, they practiced everything expected of them in the audition; they sang five times more beautifully than me, they danced like I never could (or I at least wasn't brave enough to try), and they read their lines with so much emotion, you'd think they were actually the characters they were role-playing as. They were social, bright, fun, and carried all the other traits you could possibly want in a person.
Being the antisocial freak I am, I sat in a desk in the back corner of the room, watching in silence and shaking my head. I'd never make it in if this was the competition I was up against. Oh, heck no! Not in a thousand years!
When it was finally my turn to audition, the other kids wished me luck, and I walked down the hallway, nervousness pulsing through my body. I'm not the kind of person who gets stage fright; as I have said before, I have acted and sang solos in front of large crowds several times before. But it was different this time. The judges had heard from a bunch of 'perfect' kids, and I knew I was anything but that. I didn't want to embarrass myself. When I walked up the steps onto the stage, the assembled judges stared up at me expectantly. I stared back at them. I was supposed to start singing, but my voice wouldn't work. I walked off the stage and told them that I couldn't really do anything because I was sick. I did have a cough at the time (and I still do ~_~), but I would've been able to sing and speak fine. I sang in chorus the next day. But the judges told me that I could come back on Thursday and try again.
I won't be coming.
In : School
Tags: school life
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