RECAP. part 4

One week has passed since our triumphant TDR. This is it. This is the day. No turning back. Just keep moving forward. Waking up early that day was not a grievance to me. At five in the morning, I thought I was late already. I felt so eager that day. Yet too much excitement did not hinder nervousness. It ate me up. When I reached school at past six, my classmates were wearing their costumes and make-up already. Ms. Layson was already there too. Wow, they really are excited. I kept looking at our class clock, counting the time left. Two hours and a half to go. I tried to uplift my spirits and calm myself with encouraging words, but when I looked at my classmates, they were all agitated. Probably, the level of tension and stress was to the max.

Okay, Stage Fright visited me while I was on stage. Of course it did. I suddenly wished that I was at home just watching T.V. I felt my cheeks burning red. Head throbbing, I felt my stomach, swarming with different insects. I felt nauseated. The spotlight burned my eyes. I was panicking. I was having a hard time. A very hard time. But I did not dare show it to the audience or else our play will flunked. I just kept that all inside. Outside, I showed a person with confidence. But, inside, I was shaking like a leaf. Talk about being afraid by ghosts. My classmates were like that too. We were all like that until the end of our play. Everything was going smoothly as it was planned. Our actors were very good with their voice projection and with their acting. Our technical effects were going well when suddenly, the technical people became confused because there was a change in technical script. The curtains were opened, and closed repeatedly. Then, we blamed each other. Got angry with one another. Some were crying. We told ourselves that we can’t do this anymore. But some were hopeful. And “some” would be Ms. Layson only. She kept telling us to keep moving forward and not stick with the past. The backstage was noisy. I peeked outside the curtains and saw that some were dozing to sleep. They were bored. I would not let them feel this way. My classmates would not too. So, hand in hand, we worked the other scenes that were left and we did our best not to repeat the same mistakes again. When the last scene ended, we were all in the center stage, bowing to the audience, happily. However, in the inside, we feared the outcome. But it was all done. What a relief!