(This is student work submitted as part of the Youth Voices collaborative project.)
by Abbey, Woodstock Elementary School
Have you ever been really nervous to do something but in the end its your favorite thing in the world? Well that happened to me with acting. I take Elies sweaty, warm hand and hold it in mine.The sweat is appearing on both our foreheads, and everybody elses, like a big glossy pond. I feel thousands of butterflies the size of platers are inside of my stomach.
“I’m nervous.” I admit to Bitty, one of my friends doing the play with me.
“It’s okay Abbz, everyone’s nervous, plus it’s your first time doing a play.” Bitty has been in a couple of Yoh Theater productions.
“Good luck!” I whisper to both Bitty and Allison. Allison is my other friend doing the play.
“ You too!” They say in unison, and we all giggle.
“ Break a leg” Allison says to me.
“ Kill yourself! ” I laugh.
“ Ya’ll better do a good job or I’ll get a angry at ya’ll.” Bitty says to Allison and I in a western accent.
We all burst out laughing and a actor nearby tells us to be quiet.We all exchange our good lucks and break a leg and we even through a British accent in the mix.
“ Good luck” I feel Abbys hot breath in my ear saying.
“You too!” I whisper. I have to stand on my tippy toes to reach her head. She hurtles me into a big bear hug that makes the butterflies go away for a second, just a second.
Little did we all know but the crowd was piling up like thousands of grains of sand on a beach. I could hear the feet running up and down the aisles waiting for it to start. I could imagine my friends in the audience waiting for us to come on stage.
I hear Mrs. Worrells loud voice saying, “I hope you all enjoy Yoh Theater’s production of a Christmas Carol, and thank you for coming.” My stomach drops down two thousand feet and i feel like I’m going down Niagra Falls.
“ Oh god “ I say to no one in particular.
“You’re gonna do great little me just stick to the blocking.” Abby whispers to me a last time. Abby calls me little me because I am a little version of her.
I send her a smile through the dark backstage. I’m thinking, what if I forget, what if somebody forgets a line, what if I have to cover because I know that line, what if, what if, what if? By now I’m starting to feel nauseous. I glance over to the big dark green curtain starts to open and my stomach lurches for a second time. Suddenly I start onto the stage.
The stage light blinded me and it takes a minute for my eyes to adjust. I could see and smell the fresh coat of polish we put on the stairs this morning. And we all freezed like we were supposed to. I almost cracked up over Bitty. Her face looked like she just woke up on Christmas morning and got a pony, but I stayed in control. The play was going a lot smoother than it did in my mind. The fast Christmas music starts to circle around us and all the actors and actresses un-freeze and start hurrying around like we were all in an actual town. I pretend to be excited about going to a puppet show that I have been to hundreds of times during practice. As we start up my emotions start to relax. There is nowhere else I would rather be right now than here.
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