all of it, totally made up. i have no idea where these ideas came from. haha! kidding. hope you enjoy reading!
"Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind…"
Why do you have such a great voice Emmy Rossum? Why, why, why? I can't get enough of The Phantom of The Opera. It's sooo… dramatic. You know what I mean?
Oh, how rude of me. I didn't introduce myself. Meet me, Alice Williams, daughter of renowned thespians, Marcus Williams (the man who played one of the best Phantoms in the world.) and Madelline Williams (the woman who portrayed THE best Christine Daaé in the world.)
Despite my parents' amazing talent in singing, I didn't seem to inherit that special gene which made them famous. But I did get the acting and dancing chops. Luckily.
So I was sitting there in my favorite "Drama Queen" shirt and matching shorts, chesnut brown hair tied up, while watching The Phantom of The Opera for the … how many-eth time, when I heard the magical phrase:
"Alice! Mailman's here!", my mom called out. On this note, I run down the stairs, not caring if I made enough noise to wake up Blake, my brother. He needs to wake up anyway.
I threw the door open just in time to see Bill the postman place the mail inside the mailbox.
"Hey Bill!", I called out.
"It's Bob, actually. I'm his twin brother. Bill's out sick.", he replied with a sincere smile. O-kay. Awkward.
"Oh, right. Sorry, Bob. Got any special mail for me?"
"Right-o. Bill told me to hand this to you personally.", he said as he handed me a creamy white colored envelope. I turned it over and traced the sealing wax with my finger. MA. It's THE letter. "Looks very important, doesn't it?"
"Actually, Bob, it is.", I grinned at him, my green eyes sparkling with excitement, "Thanks again!"
"You're welcome!"
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"MOOOM! IT'S HERE! IT'S HERE! IT'S HEEEEERE!", I screamed as I entered our house.
"Ooh! Let's see it!", she came out of the kitchen, hands still powdered with flour. She's been busy the whole morning attempting to make a pie. Meet my mom, Madelline Marcus. With her straight, black hair and wide dark brown eyes, no wonder she had plenty of suitors in her hey-day. She used to be very active in theater until she had me and my brother. Big loss to the world of dramatic arts though, since she won several Tony awards. Not that I'm bragging or anything.
"Mom, hands."
She glanced at her hands and smiled an apologetic smile. "Whoopsies. I'm such a klutz. Gimme a few minutes.", and she returned to the kitchen.
"AAARGH. Must you disturb my slumber?", a croaky voice came from the top of the stairs. Blake came down while scratching his head, still wearing his "Drama King" shirt and pajamas.
Meet my brother, Blake Marcus. He looks exactly like me, except he's a guy. And he's taller. He's 3 years older than me, an incoming senior at Maudeville. He's super nice at times, but can get pretty annoying too. But he's really sweet and is usually surrounded by fans which consists of several freshmen girls and guys and a couple of his batchmates. My brother is famous for his voice, just as I am known for my moves. We rock.
"My letter came todaaay!", I sang in a sing-song voice. That woke him up.
"Really?", he asked.
"Lookie, lookie.", I showed him the envelope
"Well, what are you waiting for? Let's open it!"
"Wait! Let me put your dad on speakerphone. Hold on!", then mom scurried to get the telephone. My mom's so cute.
"Hello, Marcus? Alice just got her letter..No, we haven't opened it yet… yeah, hold on, I'll put you on speakerphone."
"Hey Alice! You excited?", dad's comforting voice came on.
"Hey daddy!", I excitedly called out.
"Mornin', dad.", Blake called out.
"Well, what are you guys waiting for? Open it!", dad excitedly said.
I lifted the red sealing wax daintily. Then got out the letter. With shaking hands I opened it. I looked at Blake, Blake looked at me.
I read the first sentence and sat on the couch. I was on the verge of tears. My mom wrapped her arm around my shoulder comfortingly.
"Aw, honey. It's okay… there's always next time."
"Next time? I don't need a next time. I GOT IN!", I shouted with glee.
"YAY! MY LITTLE SISTER GOT IN!", Blake screamed with me. I guess we looked pretty silly jumping around in our pajamas while screaming.
"YEES! MY DAUGHTER GOT IN MAUDEVILLE!", dad screamed, followed by cheering. I loved my dad's drama class.
"Oh, can I see? It's been a long time since I read an acceptance letter.", and my mom got mine.
"Dear Ms. Alice Williams,
we are happy to inform you that you have successfully passed the qualifying criteria for scholarship in our prestigious school, Maudeville Academy For The Arts.
We are looking forward to sharing a journey with you towards a fulfilling career.
Congratulations!
Mdme. Adele Benoit
Directress"
"Adele Benoit. She was my teacher in dramatics class, you know? I MUST pay her a visit. I can't believe she's now the directress of the school. How facinating!", mom mused.
It's here. The letter I've been waiting for for how many months. It's already here in my hand and it's… wow. I can't believe I got in.
I still can't believe it. I'm going to Maudeville Academy!
I'm still unsure on whether to continue this or not, considering I still have two other stories that needs to be finished. What do you think? Should I stop or should I go? :O
