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Post by Thursday on Jul 25, 2006 17:03:14 GMT -5
The class goes by far too fast. When its a class you love everything just flys by.
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Post by Thursday on Jul 27, 2006 18:59:49 GMT -5
We didn't do much. Madame Suzette was on the phone with her agent all class trying to get him to change the date of her opening so we just kind of hung out talking and doodling. Well Owen and I did. All the rest of the class snuck out in the hall and were doing soemthing and giggling veery loudly so Owen and I just sat on one of the over stuffed sofas M. Suzette keeps in the studio and just talked and caught up on everything. Owen told me all about his old school in D.C. and his friends and old teachers and funny stories about tourists he would see. And I in turn told him about my sisters, my dad and his boyfriend, and my glamorous job waitressing at this little dinner downtown. It just felt so...normal, so right to just be talking with him about everything. I could really talk to him. I can talk with Chris of course but it's usually just about school stuff. We don't really go into anything deeper.
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Post by Thursday on Jul 30, 2006 15:47:41 GMT -5
As Owen and I were walking out of Art I barely had time to breath before Lydia came running up to me breathless. "Anna!" She exclaimed and grabbed my shoulders. "What is it?" I asked in an alarmed voice. "The try-outs are next period! Please say you're coming!" I groaned. "Lydia, I really-" I started to say. But I was interrupted by none other than Owen. "Do you mean for the play?" he asks Lydia. Lydia turns to him for the first time, acknowledging his presence. "Yeah, I'm begging Anna here to audition." Lydia says throwing me a look. "Why don't you? What is the play?" "An Affair to Rememeber!" "I thought that was a movie?" "It is. our drama teacher converted it." I look at Owen and then at Lydia who are both looking at me expectantly. "Okay, fine." I say with a sigh. "Yes!" Lydia screams and throws her arms around me. "I'll see you there!" She adds before running off. Owen is laughing now. "I don't know what's so funny," I tell him. "You're trying out with me."
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Post by Thursday on Aug 5, 2006 20:57:12 GMT -5
So we walk to the auditions together. The whole time I'm aware of how close we standing to each other. We walk in just as Mr. Jensen the drama teacher is taking names and handing out scripts. " Ah, Anna Crain!" he exclaims when he spots me. "Have we finally coverted the artist into an actress?" "Um... not really Mr. Jensen. I'm just trying out so Owen here won't be alone," I answer and elbow him really hard in the ribs. "Ouch! Wha- Oh yes, Mr. Jensen. I'm just dying to try out for the role of Nicky. i think I was born to do it." Owen says putting his hand to heart in a dramatic fashion. I snickeras Mr. Jensen looks delighted. "But of course! Here's your script. You and Ms. Crain will read together." He says glaring at me. I roll my eyes as he walks off. "Thanks for doing this with me." I say to Owen as we take seats in the auditiorium.
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Post by Thursday on Aug 6, 2006 22:37:48 GMT -5
As we sat and watched the people trying out, I learned one thing: Our school has a lot of bad actors. I'm serious. Some were good of course. Like Lydia and a few others. Sara Evans was one. Every school has a Sara Evans. The girl you love to hate. She's a cheerleader and not that there's anything wrong with cheerleaders. Most of them are very nice girls but Sara is the bad apple of the bunch. Evil in blonde, Abercrombie form . I don't know how to describe her. She does everything you do and throws it in her face you know. She and Lydia have always tried for the leads in the plays but thank god Lydia has always beat her. LYdia was clearly the best of the bunch. Sara too I hate to say. One boy tried to put on a french accent half-way through his run. Owen and I were having a hard time controlling our giggles. Then it was our turn. I'm not going to lie and say we did bad. We did pretty damn good." ' I'm not as sorry as I'd thought I'd be.' ". I was just getting into it when Mr. Jensen cut us off. I sighed, grateful it was over. "Thank you! Thank you! Everyone! The cast will be posted tommrow and I want everyone here at 4 tommrow afternoon for rehearsal. No buts! Goodbye." he said with a wave. "You guys were great!" Lydia cried running up to me and Owen. "Thanks," we both said in unison. "Yes, you were okay." a voice cut in. It was Sara Evans. "Hi," she said in a breathy voice to Owen. "I'm Sara." "I know." He answered. She looked pleased. "We went to middle school together. Owen? Owen Thomas?" "Oh, Owen! I thought you looked familiar!" Sara said with an evil little smile. Lydia and I exchanged looks and rolled our eyes.
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Post by Thursday on Aug 10, 2006 14:05:10 GMT -5
"You're a shoo-in for Nicky. Maybe we can run lines together sometime. Alone." she added, her voice dripping with insinuation. Behind her Lydia pretends to stick her finger down her throat and throw up. I snicker. Sara cuts her eyes to me. "Too bad it isn't the part of Pam Anderson. You'd be perfect for the role." My cheeks are heating up and I'm getting angrier and angrier.
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Post by Thursday on Aug 11, 2006 14:16:29 GMT -5
"Well you'll be great in one the the supporting roles," Owen says putting his arm around my shoulders. I don't know who was more surprised. Sara at Owen's comment or me at Owen's arm around me. Sara's eyes got narrower and narrower until they were just slits. "You'll regret that one day," she said,not to Owen but to me.
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Post by Thursday on Aug 13, 2006 23:14:49 GMT -5
She threw one more evil eye in my direction and then stalked off, her long blonde hair swishing behind her. "Thanks," I say to Owen. "No prob," he says and then casusally withdraws his arm. "You were really good though," he adds as we all start to walk to class. "Totally," Lydia agreeds. "I bet you'll get the part of Lois Clarke or one of the dress ladies," she suggests naming two minor charactors in the play. "Thanks guys, but I really don't care what part I get." "Sure you do," Lydia insists." You want to rub it in Sara's face when she doesn't get cast." "Well," I say hesitately. "I wouldn't mind that."
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Post by Thursday on Aug 14, 2006 21:51:39 GMT -5
The morning was crazy and hectic. I could lie and say that the whole school was in an uproar over the posting of the cast list. But like I said, that would be lying. Truth be told it was just like every other school day. Long and dull. I'd almost forgotten about the auditions until Lydia grabbed me during lunch. "Come on! Mr. Jensen is about to post the cast list!" I let her drag me to the drama hallway mainly because I was tired and I admit just a bit curious about the results. Okay, a lot. A small crowd of students surrounded the rectanglular bullitein board. Lydia wormed her way in and I could hear her squeal even over the dozen or so kids milling about. "I got Teri!" she said to me as she came back, naming the lead female role. "That's great!" I say, truly excited for her even though it came as no surprise. Then Lydia got this smug little grin on her face. "What?" I ask her. "You also got a part." "Okay...what is it?" "You got Lois Clarke! She's the second most important female role! And you're my understudy! Not that I'd get sick and miss this!" She squealed and jumped up and down. I was absolutley dumbfounded. "It's true!" she said shaking me by the shoulders a bit. "And guess what Owen got!" "Nicky?" I ask. "Duh! He was the best guy! This is going to be so much fun! The three of us running lines and all that jazz!" Before I could even say anything else she was off like a dirty shirt probably to go tell everyone the exciting news. The crowd had thinning around the flyer so I made my way towards it to see the results for myself. There is was. Anna Crain... Lois Clarke...and beside Lydia's name there was mine, naming me her understudy. There was also another name beside mine. My understudy. Sara Evans.
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Post by Thursday on Aug 17, 2006 22:40:04 GMT -5
I went though the rest of the day in a haze. Happy to have gotten a part but dreading having to learn my lines with Sara Evans breathing down my neck. It made my skin crawl just thinking about it. There was just something about her that overstepped the limits of blonde, Abercombie evil. I could feel it. Something about her vague threat and that smug look in her eyes as she said it.
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Post by Thursday on Aug 17, 2006 22:45:17 GMT -5
My walked to my last class, Health and smiled knowing I was going to see Chris. I shook my head as if to rid any unpleasant thoughts about Sara. I walked into the class and sat in the seat Chris had already reserved for me. "Hey babe," he said and leaned over to give me a kiss. "Hi," I say after I eventually tore my lips from his, cheeks buring. I wasn't big on PDA and was aware of the whole class snickering behind us. "I heard about the play. Congrats." He said with a big smile. "Thanks. But it's just a small part." "Did you ever hear that corny phrase," There are no small parts,-" "Only small actors." I finish. It was one of Mr. Jensen's favorite lines.
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Post by Thursday on Aug 27, 2006 9:44:16 GMT -5
The rest of the class went by quickly with me and Chris chatting with a few other people in our class. Week-end plans, last night's game, the killer Algebra quiz Mrs. Reynolds was giving next week-end. I drifted in and out of the conversation, daydreaming about the play. I was excited. Lydia tended to have that effect on people. She got you interested in things you never thought you would like. Finally the bell rang and Chris and I slipped hand in hand out the doors into the bright sunshine. I was turning to Chris asking him if he needed a ride when suddenly a tear streaked Lydia comes running up to us. "Lydia? What's wrong?" I ask. Her make- up is smeared and her hair is mussed. Something is up. "I'm failing Chemistry." she answers with a sniffle. I'm confused. This is no surprise. Last semester she set her apron on fire with a Bunsen burner. She must have noticed my lack of understanding because next she shrieked," That means I can't do the play!" "What?" I ask incredulously. "They can't kick you out of the play! You're the lead!" "They can and did," she said miserably. "Tough break," Chris says. I shoot him a look to know that he is not helping. "Maybe you can bring your grade up in time?" I suggest. "No way. I've already talked to Mr. Jones," she said naming our chemistry teacher. "He says there is no way in hell I can bring it up in three weeks." "Can't they make an exception? Everyone knows how dedicated you are to acting." "Nope. At least you're my understudy. I can coach you and make you perfect for this role." I'd forgotten that part. The tears are now dried up as Lydia plans in her mind. I am a challenge. To make me a actress will be a miracle. But if anyone can do it, it's Lydia.
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Post by Thursday on Sept 3, 2006 0:09:06 GMT -5
When I got home i immediately noticed one thing. The house was turned upside down. Not literally of course. Piles of clothes were strew about the house as well as make-up and other beauty supplies. Christina was on the war path. Two seconds after I set down my bag and called," I'm home!" Christina comes running down the stairs in a bathrobe. "Anna!" She practically screams. "Have you seen my pink beaded cami?" I shake my head and Christina gives a frustrated sigh. "I have to find it! It's our five month anniversary! I wore it when we first met!" She wails. She is referring to Ryan, her boyfriend and by far the longest relationship she's ever had. "Are you sure you didn't take it?" She asks suspiciously. I roll my eyes. As if I could fit my boobs in one of her shirts. "No, I swear I didn't steal your pink beaded camisole." I state dramatically and put a hand over my heart. Christina sighs. "I'll just have to wear something else." she says dejectedly. I feel for her I really do. Well not really. It is just a shirt. I start to head up the stairs so I can look over the script I picked up from Mr. Jensen's office during school but Christina stops me. "Can I borrow a pair of undies?" She asks. "Since when do you wear underwear," I say completely deadpan. "Anna please! I'm on my period and Mom keeps stealing my thongs!" Okay, I so did not need to hear this. So I toss her a pair my favorite boy shorts and just as I start up the stairs again, I might add Melissa comes in. Wearing the pink beaded camisole. I get to my room just as the shouting starts. Believe me in my house it's just better to stay out of it. Fighting with my family just might cause you bodily harm. I crank up my stereo to drown out the shouts of: "It's mine! You should have asked!" "You always steal my stuff and I never freak out like this!" "It's the principle of the matter!" Sisters are such a pain in the ass sometimes.
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Post by Thursday on Sept 16, 2006 19:30:11 GMT -5
A few hours later I peek my head out my door. The house is dark and quiet. I breath a sigh of relief. World War 3 is over. I sneak downstairs and get a glass of orange juice. On my way back up, my cell phone buzzes in my pocket giving me a heart attack. "Hello?"I ask after I have composed myself. "Hey babe," Chris says on the other line. "Hey boyfriend," I say a smile creeping onto my face in spite of everything. Chris tends to have that effect on me. "Just wanted to tell you I love you before you went to bed and I'm thinking of you," "Aw!" I say back. "I love you too." "See you tommorow?" "Of course. Good night." "Night Anna," he says. I smile as I get ready for bed but a part of me feels guilty because of the things I was feeling for Owen but Chris' phone call made me remember that he was my boyfriend and I loved him. Owen was just a friend. Nothing more.
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Post by Thursday on Sept 27, 2006 23:58:52 GMT -5
A few days later I woke up in the mother of all bad moods. I had been up until 3 trying to fratically finish an essay for history and I had downed three cups of coffe at breakfast to try and get through the day. There was a silent treatment war going on between Christina and Melissa and mom was working every second and rehearhsals weren't going well at all. I for one had no time to memorize my lines and every time we tried to do the big kissing scene between Teri and Nicki, I bombed it. I must really be a bad actress becasue I can't seem to get it out of my head that it's not real. I'm not really kissing Owen. It's Teri kissing Nicki. But it sure doesn't feel that way. All I know is that the things I feel whenever we have to get up there in front of the class and Owen's arms are around me...my heart starts beating faster and my cheeks heat up. I feel dirty. These are not the kind of things that I'm supposed to be feeling. I have a boyfriend for goodness sakes!Awkward? Totally.
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