My Experience In My Life

The morning of the dress rehearsal I go over my lines once more. The cast was told that we would go to first and second and then leave for third. Some people were so nervous they were biting, some running around with excitement. As for me I feel excited but as the show gets closer and closer my mind is having confits. We get to the stage and put on our costumes and makeup. My hands were so shaky I had to have someone else do my make up.

I never took myself as much of an actress, even though I chose the role. Every day, I go in the dressing room and put on my costume. My hair and makeup were done, and it’s show time. The bright spotlight comes directly onto me. The curtains open and it begins. I give the performance of a lifetime. It’s amazing how much the audience believes the story they’re being told. They’re gullible, but they’re not dumb. They know when the show goes sideways and that’s when they begin to ask questions. As always, I reassure them nothing is wrong, and the act is a hit. The curtains close, I return to my dressing room, and I take off the costume. I wish I could give the role back.

The cast list for the upcoming spring play was finally posted. We had been waiting anxiously for it and there it was. Audition day was the most nerve-wracking experience I had ever had as a freshman in high school. I wanted everything perfect so when I completely froze and forgot the next part of my monologue, you can imagine how terrified I was. From that moment on, it was prayer and improvisation. As I continued to scan for my name, my hands were shaking uncontrollably. I made it. I do not think any freshman girl could have been more excited than me at the moment. I felt so accomplished. The first rehearsal was incredible but little did I know what great blessing God had hidden in this entire experience.

I began screaming my head off, ultimately waking up my entire household. I can remember the beating of my heart, sweaty palms and shaky voice. Reality then began to sink in that the musical would be on my shoulders. In that moment I began to doubt myself. I only had the experience of two plays and being in the ensemble of a musical. Could I do this? And even so how did come they chose someone like me? A million negative thoughts began running through my head, and looking back, those thoughts motivated me to work my hardest in order to prove that I belonged. Taking that last bow on the transformed stage changed my life

The curtains begin to open. Lights go up. Cameras on. All eyes are on me. This is the moment I live for: the quick second between when the lights go up and when I step onto the stage to perform. For many, this would’ve been their worst nightmare, but for me, it’s my dream. Ever since I was eight years old I have dreamed of becoming an actress. I would even practice my acceptance speech imagining myself at the Academy Awards standing in front of a mirror while holding a shampoo bottle. I never get tired of performing in front of an audience, regardless of whether I am singing, dancing, acting, or even directing. Performing with people on stage who enjoy theater as much as I do is like settling into a second home.

“I wonder what’s under a hat such as that? Could it be a creature they call a gazat.?” My heart was ready to pounce out of my cage. Chills ran up my spine. I ran on stage for the opening number and started singing and dancing. My first play ever. I thought to myself. Don’t mess up. When the blackout hit, I ran backstage to prepare for the next scene.

Theatre has always been such a significant part of my life as it occupies almost all of my time. There is just something so irresistible about getting up on stage or in front of a camera and sharing a meaningful story with the audience. I started my theatre journey at Stage Right, a local production company in town. It was there that I discovered my love for musical theatre and instantly knew that nothing else would satisfy my hunger to perform. The first time I stood up to audition for a solo I nearly blacked out due to uncontrollable neves. Standing here today it feels amazing to see how far I have come and what I have accomplished.

I had know idea what I was getting into. A couple of my friends were doing the show, but they were already part of the group, and had been doing theatre. I wasn’t and I hadn’t been in a play since the 4th grade. But I stuck with it. I went to rehearsal every day and I learned so much. I realized that going to rehearsal was my favorite part of the day. I looked forward to it just as much as I had once dreaded going to

Most of you probably don’t know this, but I have a very large love of theatre. It seems like a stretch seeing as I’m most likely shaking while reading this right now; however theatre has been a part of my life for a large portion of it, eight years to be exact. The idea of taking on the persona of someone else gives me a rush of excitement only few things can. I have done multiple shows in that time: A Christmas carol, Hairspray, The Wizard of Oz, Greater Tuna, The 25th annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, and To Kill a Mockingbird. Most of these shows took place on the same stage in the Hillcrest High School Theater. This stage has special meaning to me as it is where I met a large number of my friends, it is where I met my girlfriend,

Standing on a dark and creepy stage. Hearing nothing but the voices of people talking back and forth like a talk show. Suddenly, the music played out loud and the never-ending voices quickly stopped. Little did they know I was scared to death. As the curtains began to fall back and the stage lights flashed onto me, I found myself drowning in the possibilities of mistakes. This became the moment of realization, that being in a musical would drastically change my life forever, because stage fright has always been one of my biggest flaw. Days before the auditions started, I had already become quite nervous and scared. I didn’t know if I would qualify or if I could even impress the judges. Not knowing what song, I should sing or what tune would match my voice the best, my nerves

It’s hard to imagine what your life will be like, where it’ll take you, or what the future holds for you. If you told 13-year-old me that I was going to be on the path of 8 more years of schooling after high school, working towards a medical degree, I probably would have laughed and repeated the line that I have said so many times: “I’ll never become a doctor...that’s so gross”. At that age, my dream was to become a pastry-chef in a patisserie somewhere in the south of France, living life peacefully. I thought that I could never follow in my parents’ footsteps, sacrificing the best years of my life for the all-consuming difficulty and intensity of the pre-med track. And it is very intense. If you ever come across a pre-med student, they’re likely stumbling over the clutter of their biology textbooks and boundless research papers, frantically searching for the cure for some disease that no one can actually pronounce, all the while cramming for the MCAT that’s in 912 days because they have not yet memorized every bone in the human body. I’d like to dissociate myself from that stereotype. While most aspiring pre-med students were worrying about medical school acceptance rates, I was dreading my dad’s weekly case-study reading that he absolutely had to have my opinion on. Not to mention the countless visits I made to my mother’s work Christmas parties, where the nurses were constantly dressed in their scrubs, and I mean constantly, and the food unmistakably came straight from

Stomp,stomp,stomp!That's all that the 12 year old boy David Henry heard day after day. That’s because he was shipped with his Dad to the military. Then one day on the ship that the Army likes to call the submaripper. It was called the submaripper because the ship was 40 acres in total and could sink a ship by just ramming into it. Another 12 year old boy came to David who was quietly waiting for any excitement below deck. He said his name was Tanner and like David his mom was shipped to the military.

I was in first grade, so eager to learn. It was the middle of class. All the students were putting away the glue sticks that had no tops, the blue and red scissors that every kid fought for. As we sat down for what we called “circle time”, I was called into the office. As I walked down the halls, I thought nothing of what was going to happen. I was too young to understand what had happen. I open the door to see my mom dressed in all black.

Aurora, Illinois, a suburb near Chicago with many hills, big and small, and many lakes, rivers, and ponds. The townhouse I lived in was quite noisy at times, thanks to mom and dad. Aside from all the parental chaos, home was home, purple chicken noodle soup and bike rides were what I looked forward to. I loved the landscape and how much of it there was, the sky was always so colorful, the fireflies lit up the city parks making the city seem magical in a way. Aurora was a city that was all about unity, everyone came together for events, clubs, and during tragedies. You would always see a group of people running the hills in matching shirts or a whole neighborhood celebrating someone's birthday.

In first grade i almost flunked so i had to take summer school but what many don't know it's because i had just come to California because i was living in chicago with my mom and baby brother .Throughout my 6 years in elementary i went to therapy to help me with the separation of my mom and to talk about all the things i went through while in her care.I was never myself and didn't really have friends i struggled a lot i would always be down and jealous of all the families who looked so perfect. As days pass my life doesn't get any easier and my grades have always been low or barely passing since seventh grade. I was struggling with the news I had gotten that my mom had passed away and dealing with two cousins whom have had been sexually harassing me and keeping me quiet. I always thought of harming myself I felt like everything was my fault I would always cry I hung out with bad people at school. In intermediate school I would drink alcohol during school and I would burn myself with an eraser which was like a thing i did instead of cutting . I couldn't keep myself together I missed my mom all the time even though I hated her for always hitting me till I bleed or threw up I missed my brother whom I took care of since he was brought home because my mother was never home . In high school I started to get closure with her death I started to move on from past problems I would take time to myself in the bathroom where I wouldn't be disturbed to tell myself I am a human being and