Acting

Tuesday was the first day of fall play auditions. I had signed up for them, and of course I was going.

After school, I headed to the auditorium. I wasn't feeling too nervous yet, but that feeling would come soon. I sat down four or five rows from the stage and pulled out some homework while we all waited for whatever was coming next. Everyone got a piece of paper and we all answered the questions that were on it before we gave it back to the directors of the play. After that, the auditions began.

We were called up in groups ranging from three to six and we were told what characters to read and off of what pages of the script. I read the blond (the same two lines) twice, getting some good laughter from the audience the second time. My nerves had, by this time, started up, but I didn't let it show in my voice. My hands were shaking, but I didn't know if that was obvious or not.

I got off of the stage and a few people on the ends of the aisles told me I had done a good job. I smiled and gave them a theatrical bow, saying a quick "thank you" as I did. I was feeling good. Those lines were the only ones I read that day, but I felt good about my performance.

Wednesday was the second day of auditions, and it was also the day that the callbacks were supposed to be posted. That morning, I checked the choir room door and saw the list. There was my name, printed on the list. I was one hop short of giddy as I walked off to my first class.

That day, though, I realized I had caught a cold from my brother. I had all of the symptoms of his cold, and I hoped that it wouldn't make me miss school the next day.

Thursday came, and I didn't realize it at the time, but I was probably fevering on and off all day. I was hot then cold then hot again, and my hands were clammy all day. By the end of sixth hour, I felt miserable. My head was throbbing, my voice was growly, and I wanted to go home and take a nap; but it was the day of callbacks, and I wanted to be in the school play more than I wanted a nap.

After sixth hour, I went to the auditorium. I sat in about the same place that I had sat before and two of the girls in front of me turned around and invited me to sit with them. I declined for multiple reasons (my cold, my backpack was already sitting beside me, I didn't know them, and I just didn't want to get up if I didn't have to). They realized that I had been at auditions on the first day and complimented me on how I had delivered my two lines. I smiled again and croaked a thank you.

We began the callbacks with the directors telling us that there were twenty-two of us there and only thirteen roles. I wondered why they had picked a play with such a small cast, but I wasn't worried about it. I was sure that I would get a part. They also told us that some of us would go up twice and some of us would go up four times, but that didn't mean some of us were worse than others. They're thought behind it was that they knew more of what some people could do as opposed to others, so I figured I'd get to go up quite a few times, since they'd never seen me act before.

I was called up and was told to read the part of a retired actress, so of course I turned on the drama. Again, my lines got some good laughs from the audience, but one of the directors told me that she couldn't hear the ends of my lines. My cold may have had something to do with that, and my mother told me that it's just natural that our voices get softer as we finish our sentences. It was an easy fix, and the in next two lines I read I thought I had remedied the problem.

Those were all of the lines I got to read, and I definitely didn't read as many lines as some people. I thought this was interesting, but I got a few more compliments from other people who auditioned and I left the callbacks happy. We were told that the list of cast members would be posted on the choir room door the next day, sometime after lunch. I felt miserable, but I was looking forward to the next day.

Friday morning I checked the choir room door. There was no list posted yet, but I didn't think much about that, because they had said that it wouldn't be posted until after lunch. I went through my day like it was just another normal day (even though I wasn't feeling one hundred percent healthy because of my cold). After lunch, I walked past the choir room door on my way to my fifth hour class. I glanced over at the door and saw the list. I stopped for a moment and scanned it quickly.

My name wasn't on it.

I turned and began walking down the hallway. There was only a five minute break between classes, so I hadn't looked over the list very carefully, and I might have missed my name, but I felt my eyes sting a little. I took a deep breath and blinked quickly. I shouldn't have checked the list... I thought to myself. No, my name is on it. I just missed it. I walked into my fifth hour class and pushed the list out of my mind. I'd check it again before choir.

Sixth hour came and I walked to the choir room. I stared at the list, going through all of the names...

My name wasn't on it.

I swallowed hard and quickly ducked into the choir room. I flopped my backpack down on a chair and took a deep breath. I got my folder of music out of the cupboard and set it on my chair by my backpack. My eyes were stinging, but I wasn't going to let myself cry. Not here, not in school. I took a drink of water from my water bottle and stared up at the ceiling for a moment, clearing my mind of thoughts. I blinked a few more times, took another deep breath, and forgot about the list until choir had finished. I pretended like I was fine, like I wasn't breaking down inside, like I wasn't confused. The directors knew that I needed to be in that play so that I could meet people. They both knew I was new. I knew I had done well, because people had told me so.

But I didn't think about that. I didn't talk about it, and I didn't let it show on my face. I put on a blank expression, pulled out my choir music, and sang. Not even my friend noticed my sadness enough to say something about it.

I knew for a fact that day that I was a good little actress.

Yet another thing that makes me different from other people...

There are a lot of things about me that some people wouldn't consider "normal". I won't go into the whole list, and whether or not you think I'm weird depends upon your definition of the word "normal". The following, though, is a little out of the ordinary for someone my age.

While surfing the Internet yesterday, I came across a blog post that had information on a certain contest. The U Rock music video contest (held by Disney.com) is basically you submitting a video that involves a short clip of music (apparently making the video a "music video"). The main rules are that the video can't be over forty seconds long, it can't have any music but that which the contest provides, and it has to be clean and with no logos, etc. There are four different songs you can pick from, each coming with a different prize for the big winner.

The first song is "Dance Forever" by Allstar Weekend. The prize is that you get to hang with the band. Sound cool? Yeah, I guess so.

The next song is "It's On" from Camp Rock 2, and the prize for that one is that you get to go see a Camp Rock 2 concert or whatever. (Something along those lines, I honestly didn't pay that much attention to it. I was too interested in what came after this one.)

The third song is (taken out of order, because this is more dramatic) "L.A. Baby" by the Jonas Brothers. The prize is getting to tour L.A. and/or meet the Jonas Brothers, I can't remember which. Once again, I didn't pay that much attention because I wanted to get past this one to the final song.

Last but not least, the fourth song is "Backyard Beach" by... Ferb Fletcher from Phineas and Ferb. (For those of you who don't know, Phineas and Ferb is a cartoon made of PURE AWESOME.) The prize for this song is that you get to meet the creators of Phineas and Ferb and you get a behind the scenes look at the show.

So, which one was I most excited about? Most definitely Phineas and Ferb.

Now, hanging out with Allstar Weekend would probably be cool, and seeing a Camp Rock 2 concert would be fun, and touring L.A and/or meeting the Jonas Brothers would probably be a blast, too, but meeting the creators of one of my (entire family's) new favorite TV shows would just be...amazing. This is how I see it: I'm interesting in writing of all kinds, including writing scripts and screenplay and things along those lines. I'm also into voice acting (for those of you who don't know, I'm in a podcast as the narrator and I'm the voice of a character in an online animated show...not to toot my own horn or anything...), so to go behind the scenes of an animated TV show would be something right up my alley.

Don't you think meeting the creators and going behind the scenes of Phineas and Ferb would be cool?

Well, here comes the sad part: the contest closes in less than twenty-four hours, and none of the videos that my brothers and I made are very good (well, I don't really like them, anyways). So, I don't think I'm going to be entering it. Maybe if I had learned about the contest sooner or didn't expect so much of myself I'd feel better about the videos...

I'm not sure why I wanted to tell all of you about this, but I guess this is more what a blog is for than what I've been using it for with fanfictions and whatnot...

I don't know if you've seen this, but...

IT'S AWESOME!! Dude, if you don't like some acapella after this, you have no soul. :P

I love Star Wars songs...

If the link didn't work, please tell me. I don't know if I've ever done that sort of thing on my blog before...

Total happiness splashed by cold reality

I SAW AN ALVIN PLUSHIE YESTERDAY!!!!! AND IT WAS SOOO CUTE!! EEEEEEP!!!!! :D But... *sniff* it came with the movie that we already have. :( And I saw the new CD, UndeniAble...but mom wouldn't let me get it because it's on my Christmas wish list. *boo-hoo!* :P *sigh* My brother said I just about had a heart attack when I saw it...and he said it was funny... :P Sad and happy news for the day. (:)

To my sister,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hr0Wv5DJhuk MAKE UP YOUR MIND ALREADY! i think this song was specially written for you. :P Nice tune though...

Yeah, we fight, BUT I DON'T HATE YOU! Just remember that, okay? WE'RE SISTERS FOR PETE'S SAKE! We fight, we scream, we storm away, we lock ourselves in our rooms and (possibly) cry (or just fume to our pillows) then try not to let anyone notice. Then, after about an hour, WE MAKE UP! HELLO!!! YOU'RE FORGETTING THAT ASPECT! DON'T! I still love ya like a sistah, we just had a squabble. YOU'RE NOT GETTING RID OF ME THAT EASILY!!!!!

And another thing, IF YOU NEED HELP, ASK! I'm here for ya, girl! All ya gotta do is ask. I mean, I'm older, so I've more than likely gone through this stuff too. You may beg to differ, but you know it's true.

And finally, I AM SO ALWAYS RIGHT! :P And I do love ya sis, you're not ruining anything. *hugs*