"You should join the play, you have a great voice." Lisa Zemo was trying to talk me into trying out for the school play which was Hamlet this year. What was it with teachers and Shakespeare anyways? "Nobody's suppose to sing in it are they?" Lisa shrugged a bit, embarrassed by her mistake. "I might go, Mr. Wright's in charge of it this year, and he already promised extra credit for anyone who showed up." I sat in the third row of the auditorium, surprised by how little showed up. Probably all the dumb jocks scared them away. Since they needed the extra credit more. Mozely threw a script at me, telling me to get on stage. I read for Lady Gertrude, and I thought I did reasonbly well as Mr. Wright gave me a pat on the back. Though I was wearing my usual clothes, I had crimped my hair that morning, and it made me feel a little more special than usual. During math Ned sat next to me, but in that time I couldn't muster up the nerve to look at him. I felt like such a skankoid. But was it so wrong to want to feel something for once in my life?
Where is the moment we needed the most? You kick up the leaves, and the magic is lost. They tell me your blue sky's fade to gray, they tell me your passion's gone away.
Wednesdays, I hate them as much as Mondays. I'm just as hazy then as I am now. I guzzled down my coffee before heading on in, and it left a nice burning sensatin down my throat. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and jumped turning to see Simon Cook. "Hey, I'll see you at rehearsal?" "What part did you get?" I know he was still a bit peeved about the whole Romeo and Juliet incident so I thought he deserved it. "Horatio," he said proudly. "Good for you." I was hoping I didn't sound too phony about it all. "You should be proud too, Ophelia's a tough role." My mouth dropped open. "But I tried out for Gertrude, I don't want to play Ophelia since she dies." I looked at the floor. "Nearly everyone dies in the play anyways." "Yeah but Ophelia drowns herself." Having to prepare for a suicidal part wouldn't really benefit e at this time.
You stand in line just to hit a new low. You fake up a smile, with the coffee to go. You tell your life's been way off ine. You fall to pieces everytime.
I went to Mr. Wright's office, knocking a little more harshly than I generally meant to. He jerked the door open, looking at me surprised. "May I help you?" "I'm sorry sir, but I have to pass on playing Ophelia, I just don't think I'm the type." He closed his door gently, "No, you can't, there wasn't enough girls that showed up for the audition. I already had to bribe a few studentsto try out. Please I don't think I can handle another drop out." He looked so tired, I could relate. That made me feel that much worse for him. "Fine, I'll do it." He smiled a thanks, and patted my shoulder. Wouldn't you know it Seth Powers dropped out at last minute for a stupid basketball game on Saturday, and Ned was his stand in as Hamlet. I felt like choking. I looked at my lines, blushing. "I'm sorry my lord, but I have to return these favors you have presented me.. He stepped forward, invading my personal space, gripping my arm lightly. "You can't do that Ophelia, you know there is something between us." I narrowed my eyes at him. Had he lost his mind? "What are you doing? That's not in the script." I hissed each word at him, causing his cheeks to redden. It didn't stop him from touching his lips to mine though. I felt a spark through me again, as tears leaked from my eyes. Everyone was watching, they knew it wasn't in the script. Ned just ruined his whole relationship with Suzie.
Will you need a blue sky holiday? The point is they laugh at what you say.
He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, as he smiled at me gently. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mozely looking at Suzie, awestruck.As I looked at Crabgrass her expression was blank. I gulped with the fear of it. She stood up, clapping, and a few others followed in her actions. I was confused, I was scared. Especially as she approached us on the stage, and saw that Ned was just as scared as me. Who knew such a small person could be that intimidating. "I loved it, but not as much as your performance the other night." As if on a cue the light dimmed, and on the viewing screen was Ned and me. Nude, making love, murmuring words of affection to each other. I cried silently to myself, nd turned to see Ned's face fill with fury. Everyone around us was laughing and in shock. I put my hands over my ears, trying to block out the noises. I don't kow what was coming over me, I felt the rage mingling with my sadness. I leapt out, and pushed Crabgrass off the stage. "Is she okay?" The question was zooming through the room. This isn't real, this isn't real. I'm at the library workig, about to go home. I tried to convince myself of that, but then I looked down. I saw the blood oozing from Suzie's scalp. I lost my breath, and crumpled to the floor.
You might not make it back. You know that you could be that strong, and I'm not wrong.
