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intendme tobeanactress.Butlikethe other times,I had given itmy alland now, all I could do was wait.

Ithink thatwith theexceptionof singing, waiting forthe listtogo up is theworstpart.Knowing thatthiscould make youabig star,orjust awannabe isanawfulfeelingofindecisivenessand worry. The listwas posted on the last dayofschool before winterbreak.The music commons were swarmed with hopefuls, their conversations all mingling together. For the first time in a week,noonewassinging thesongs,and no one was practicing the dance. We were all waiting. The tension rose. It was like everyone’s hopes and anxiety joinedtogether asoneand attacked us. Iremember thinking how intense this was, possibly one of the most intense experiences I’vehad atMillard South. When Mrs. Baker came out we all jammed intothattinylittlehallway, listening toher. Over 230 studentshad tried out and they had only chosen around40.Thepauseaftershesaidthat made me heart sink and my hope dimmed. knew how tough itwas to getinonthefirsttime. My secrethope that I might actually make it vanished and my heart sank. Nevertheless, Itried tobe optimistic and confident. While she was hanging the list up, time just creptby.I’mstillamazed athow much themusical can captureyou.Then the swarmmoved forwardandwhetheryou wanted to be or not, you were swept away init.Iwas relatively inthefront and once Isawit, I scanned the list, I hadn’tmade it.The disappointment hit me hard.Although Iknew Imost likely wouldn’t make it,thiswas reallytough. This. had meant alot tome and had put my all into it. It’s not easy overcomingsomany fearsin oneweek and now, it seemed like all had gotten out of itwas this story. On the outside, I shrugged it off and told everyone it was ok, but for that night, it wasn’t. After break Iwas given theprivilege ofseeing my audition sheet, with my scores on it.That turned out tobe very surprising, yet at the same time, confusing. Dancing and singing were both graded ina1-5 scale.Indancing, one was the best and in singing, five was the best. Totally shocking me, I had gottenaoneondancing andMrs.Baker said itwas outstanding. Knowing my previous abilities, I was astonished. That score made me feel really-good and restored some confidence. The nextgradeshetoldme was singing and withafivebeing thebestIhadreceived a three. Not the best, not the worst, just, average. Which, at first was disheartening, Irealizedlaterthatmy fear of someone telling me Iwas an awful singer had not come true and that average wasn’t bad. My acting audition wasgraded toa“chorus” level. assume thatmeans, “she’sreallynot verygood, so if she was chosen, make sure she doesn’thave anylines.”More sighs,but hey,therewasnothing Icoulddoabout it now.

Istillwish Ihad made the musical, just tosay I'dbeen involved in at least one of the amazing dramas here atSouth. Iabsolutely can’t wait tosee it and maybe, whenI hear those two songs, I'll sing along. Very softly of course though, someone might hear me. Thanks you to Mrs. Baker, Mr. Marsden and Melanie for being such marvelous people willing to donate their time.

Though Ididn’tmake it,audition-ing forBeauty and theBeast was definitelyagood experience; learned alot and had fun. Imade new friends and I conquered some fears. Everyone was really supportive and encouraging. I know itwillbeone ofthememories I'll »”» treasure. It'll be a “tale as old as time.