Sunday, January 23, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Expressive Piece
Expressive piece.
The half drawn curtain moved... slowly across the stage, revealing me, poised and ready to act in a Broadway show. Heart pounding, heat radiating from the audience and lights. Hot sticky costumes. Yea, this is my moment This is make or break. The adrenaline rushing through me as the audience's pressure is a weight on my shoulders. It starts to get to me like I never thought it would. Ah jeez, its my first debut performance, I can't remember anything I am supposed to do! I let my mind imagine escape-running away from the embarrassment I am surely about to experience. I can't take it anymore and run towards the exit. I flee from the concerned shouts of 'Hey! Where are you going? What's wrong!' They all echo in my mind but they don't persuade me to go back. I am out on the street not watching where I am going or caring where I go; the smell oh exhaust fumes choking me in the thick air. I have nowhere to go, surely I can't go back to the disappointed faces, the angry director. But how would I, a 16 year old girl, find my way around in a new city!? I fall and taste oil from the pavement mixed with... Ugh! blood! It's from a gash in my lip. It runs down my chin and i realise what a sorry sight I must look. In my ballet shoes, tights and leotard with an over-sized sweater i grabbed on the way out over the top. And then to top it off, blood on my chin and clothes, and mascara streaked all over my face. I catch a glance of my crazy appearance as i dash past a shop window. Horns blast at me as i dash across a busy road.
The half drawn curtain moved... slowly across the stage, revealing me, poised and ready to act in a Broadway show. Heart pounding, heat radiating from the audience and lights. Hot sticky costumes. Yea, this is my moment This is make or break. The adrenaline rushing through me as the audience's pressure is a weight on my shoulders. It starts to get to me like I never thought it would. Ah jeez, its my first debut performance, I can't remember anything I am supposed to do! I let my mind imagine escape-running away from the embarrassment I am surely about to experience. I can't take it anymore and run towards the exit. I flee from the concerned shouts of 'Hey! Where are you going? What's wrong!' They all echo in my mind but they don't persuade me to go back. I am out on the street not watching where I am going or caring where I go; the smell oh exhaust fumes choking me in the thick air. I have nowhere to go, surely I can't go back to the disappointed faces, the angry director. But how would I, a 16 year old girl, find my way around in a new city!? I fall and taste oil from the pavement mixed with... Ugh! blood! It's from a gash in my lip. It runs down my chin and i realise what a sorry sight I must look. In my ballet shoes, tights and leotard with an over-sized sweater i grabbed on the way out over the top. And then to top it off, blood on my chin and clothes, and mascara streaked all over my face. I catch a glance of my crazy appearance as i dash past a shop window. Horns blast at me as i dash across a busy road.
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