It was, indeed, a night of drama. Literally and not literally.
I bet you are wondering why I am contradicting myself here. But you'll soon find out. In due time.
It was the final night, and we had been preparing it for six weeks. Frankly, as I waited silently in the curtained area of stage right, I was not nervous. As I peered out at the massess of parents out there--proud parents to support their offspring, I thought I saw impatience flickering on their faces as they waited expectantly. My co-actors, however, were having a mini freak-out as they tried to lie to themselves that all would go well.
We exchanged hugs as if a huge disaster was approaching us. Then we heard the voice of the emcee, followed by the dimming of the lights. I knew then that itwas time.
That realization brought waves of panic, rushing to every fibre of my body. It had begun to sink in. After the scene, apporxiamately 3 minutes later, I would be out there with my act, in front of many faces looking on stage. I had begun to pace back and forth, my high heels making soft thuds when it came into contact with the polished wooden panels.
Soon, the lights dimmed yet again, and the backstage crew rushed out to set the props up.I walked quickly to my seat, my bun wobbling. I clasped my hands in front of me as I faced my 'students'. On the outside, I was a picture of composure, but inside, I was in turmoil. I was concious of my heavy makeup, I felt like a piece of toast, lavishly slathered with butter, jam and other condiments. I forced a smile as I said my lines.
Within minutes, my scene was over. After some more time, the drama was concluded happily. Unfortunately, we were hered yup into the drama studio where we waited for other classes to finish.
It was then my parents chose to show up and our BELOVED chinese teacher, Yang meh, took the opportunity to subtly complain. I was too tired to give her mental plastic surgery then, but alkl the same, I prayed that some great impetus would send a meteor come crashing into yang meh's head, breaking her thick skull and shattering it into yellowed bone, while her greasy brain and other bodily fluids stained the ground, while the hot rock made her features melt like rubber....
So I'm violent. Big deal. Boo-hoo.
After everyone had gone, we were sent down to the exhibition room to wait with other classes. A woman who looked like she was anal-retentive barked orders at us, wanting absolute silence. Well, if you want absolute silence, why don't you try going to a graveyard. I
promise there'll be
absolute silence you so quest for.
In fact, it'll be so silent, you'll long for something constant in humanity....especially when a serial murderer or rapist creeps up behind you.
呵呵。。。
Ahem. I re-read this, and I decided it'll do. I'll save my rants for later.
