"Be not the innocent flower be the serpent under it-"
"NO, NO, NO AND NO AGAIN! Miss McGuire.where is the passion? The heart? Lady Macbeth is one of the strongest female characters in English literature! You should play her with the conviction of Buffy the vampire slayer or Xena warrior princess NOT Minnie mouse or daisy duck!"
"I'm sorry Mr. Kroger but it's a little hard to get into this role. I mean you go crazy when I do my own thing, plus I don't see the need to turn, "Macbeth" one of Shakespeare's greatest tragedies into a shitty musical!"
"That's enough form you muck mouth! Ok, this is what you need to do! Take your natural instinct on this role and then to the exact opposite!"
"I'm trying but you're intimidating me!"
"Well you are FRIGHTENING me! That's it! I cannot work like this! Practise is over for today!" With that Mr Kroger stormed out of the auditorium followed by a group of kids not quite sure as to what just happened. Everyone had filed out except Lizzie McGuire.
"Why did I ever join drama club?" Lizzie asked herself exasperatedly. "Because you wanted to become someone else, remember McGuire?" Lizzie got up and wandered out to the girl's bathroom to re-apply her eye makeup.
She gazed at herself in the cracked mirror; the flaking paint on the bathroom walls didn't exactly compliment her. Lizzie delicately applied her deep purple eyeliner followed by a lighter shade of eye shadow. She had changed so much over the years and she was just noticing.
Her hair was longer than it had ever been, down past her shoulder blades and now had chocolate brown low lights, making her face look seemingly more tanned. Lizzie had also turned into a bit of a loner. The only person she hung out with was Danny Kessler-no one wanted to know him either. They lab partners and about as close as either one of them were going to get to an actual high school couple.
7 more months McGuire, 7 more. Then it's off to the Windy City, or the Big Apple or even the City of Angels! She would make it as an actor. A really good one in fact, with a defining style that would leave critics stunned.
Lizzie lifted her perfume bottle and pictured herself at the Oscars: "I'd like to thank my family, my friends.err friend, for supporting my dreams and helped me to believe in myself.Oh, I promised myself I wasn't going to cry..*sniff*.I'd like to thank Mr Spielberg for being such a great director, for Brad Pitt for being such an excellent co-star.the academy for.." Lizzie stopped suddenly aware of a pair of olive like eyes staring at her. She spun round, both embarrassed and angry.
"What's your problem Sanchez?" Lizzie growled at the bemused Miranda Sanchez who stood before her.
"My problem? I'm not the one talking to myself.in a girl's bathroom!" They held each others gaze before Lizzie pushed past Miranda out into the hallway where she was almost bowled over by a blurry figure on a skateboard.
"Watch where you're going McGuire!" An angry David Gordon shouted back at her.
"What is this attack of the seventh grade allies?! AAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHH!" Lizzie slammed the doors open and marched down the street, with no concern for her next four classes.
"NO, NO, NO AND NO AGAIN! Miss McGuire.where is the passion? The heart? Lady Macbeth is one of the strongest female characters in English literature! You should play her with the conviction of Buffy the vampire slayer or Xena warrior princess NOT Minnie mouse or daisy duck!"
"I'm sorry Mr. Kroger but it's a little hard to get into this role. I mean you go crazy when I do my own thing, plus I don't see the need to turn, "Macbeth" one of Shakespeare's greatest tragedies into a shitty musical!"
"That's enough form you muck mouth! Ok, this is what you need to do! Take your natural instinct on this role and then to the exact opposite!"
"I'm trying but you're intimidating me!"
"Well you are FRIGHTENING me! That's it! I cannot work like this! Practise is over for today!" With that Mr Kroger stormed out of the auditorium followed by a group of kids not quite sure as to what just happened. Everyone had filed out except Lizzie McGuire.
"Why did I ever join drama club?" Lizzie asked herself exasperatedly. "Because you wanted to become someone else, remember McGuire?" Lizzie got up and wandered out to the girl's bathroom to re-apply her eye makeup.
She gazed at herself in the cracked mirror; the flaking paint on the bathroom walls didn't exactly compliment her. Lizzie delicately applied her deep purple eyeliner followed by a lighter shade of eye shadow. She had changed so much over the years and she was just noticing.
Her hair was longer than it had ever been, down past her shoulder blades and now had chocolate brown low lights, making her face look seemingly more tanned. Lizzie had also turned into a bit of a loner. The only person she hung out with was Danny Kessler-no one wanted to know him either. They lab partners and about as close as either one of them were going to get to an actual high school couple.
7 more months McGuire, 7 more. Then it's off to the Windy City, or the Big Apple or even the City of Angels! She would make it as an actor. A really good one in fact, with a defining style that would leave critics stunned.
Lizzie lifted her perfume bottle and pictured herself at the Oscars: "I'd like to thank my family, my friends.err friend, for supporting my dreams and helped me to believe in myself.Oh, I promised myself I wasn't going to cry..*sniff*.I'd like to thank Mr Spielberg for being such a great director, for Brad Pitt for being such an excellent co-star.the academy for.." Lizzie stopped suddenly aware of a pair of olive like eyes staring at her. She spun round, both embarrassed and angry.
"What's your problem Sanchez?" Lizzie growled at the bemused Miranda Sanchez who stood before her.
"My problem? I'm not the one talking to myself.in a girl's bathroom!" They held each others gaze before Lizzie pushed past Miranda out into the hallway where she was almost bowled over by a blurry figure on a skateboard.
"Watch where you're going McGuire!" An angry David Gordon shouted back at her.
"What is this attack of the seventh grade allies?! AAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHH!" Lizzie slammed the doors open and marched down the street, with no concern for her next four classes.