Let's start from the very beginning, a very good place to start....
The Preparations
I cannot take it anymore. It is killing me. Seriously. The excitement was surging within me. My heart with its rhythmic rising and falling was beating hard. It was so loud that a while ago; I looked outside our classroom, wondering, who is playing the drum. Sweat was forming on my forehead. My back was aching. My hands were freezing cold. I wanted to run, to scream. To let out the tremendous excitement I was feeling. This cannot be replaced. The most anticipated event of the year was here. Finally. I don’t know why I was so eager with starting the play festivals. It’s imprinted in me, I guess. Without hesitating, my friends and I started to look for a play. An Asian play, that is. I have to admit, it was hard. I’ve read at least five plays and none was pleasing to my satisfaction. I’ve pondered on reading Philippine plays, but I knew that my classmates would like something different. I, too, would like that. We have researched for plays again but it ended with nothing. Before I considered giving up, one of my friends came up with a brilliant idea. She told us that one of our choices could be, Anastasia! Yes, Anastasia! Why not? That would be so COOL. When she gave that idea, I was immediately stuck with it. I am sure that my classmates would agree. And I can’t help but think of it, day and night.
Disappointed was I. Not only that, but I was also thwarted by fate. It was hard to believe it. We haven’t told the class yet of our play choices when the other section already got the play, Anastasia! I have to admit, I was really torn to pieces. I was angry. But I can’t do anything but to accept it. It was already done. Anyway, we presented our play choices to our classmates, but we did not choose yet. The entire CAE period, I kept thinking of Anastasia. Why was it chosen by the other section? Why, why, why? I was so depressed that I did not hear Mr. Guintivano, talking. I just stared at him blankly. Fortunately, my seatmate nudged me in the ribs. Then, I realized, he was presenting the biblical story, Esther. And it just hit me like volleyball in P.E. class. This is it. This could be it. Of all the books, I’ve read (containing plays), of all the surfing in the net, our chosen play was just in the Bible, waiting to be discovered. God is really good.
The Auditions
The script was done. It’s time for the auditions. As the play day was fast approaching, we were hand in hand with our props. The auditions took place at the St. Anne’s Hall. There were at least eighteen characters or more in our play. The only role I auditioned was Esther’s uncle, Mordecai. A role that I liked and I believed I could portray well. It is not hard for me too deepen my voice like a man. Like an old man. When I auditioned, I took at least a thousand breaths and exhaled them all. My knuckles went white as I held onto my skirt. My throat was dry. I stammered with the words for I was nervous, but of course, I got the part. Well, because, it was only I, who auditioned for the role. Anyway, I felt glad that I auditioned not because someone forced me to do so. I don’t want people treating me like a robot. I’m certainly not like one. Plus, they’re not my remote control. Because if they were, they will only be frustrated with me. It’s not my fault anyway. They used me. I’m just sorry if I can’t please everybody. Nevertheless, as I observed my classmates auditioning for the roles, I realized that our class was jam-packed with splendid artists. This would go on great, I guess.
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