Debbie's POV
I look at Jalizza and see the pain in her eyes. She reminds me of myself in so many ways. She is young and ambitious but doesn't have the self confidence to make it. That's why I think it's so important that Demi is here right now. I don't know if she will see her pain or not, I hope she does. In a way it doesn't even bother me just a little knowing that her life will probably be changed in just a matter of a few hours. The kid can sing, act, and even dance. Sure her dancing isn't the best but if she just trusts herself I think she could really get some where as one.
I look at Demi through the wig, makeup, and all that stuff. I can tell she is thinking about something, but I just don't know what. After Jalizza finishes the rest of the kids go. They all have their sad stories but I don't know. When they are done, I say," Alright now that you understand that you are talking about your experiences, and expressing your vulnerability in front of people. We are going to use that to make you all the stars you were born to be."
That just made me sound like my boss, Mama Cheetah. She always kills me, the positivity she gives everyone of the students here. I continue saying, "Now my friend Danielle is here to talk about that. Through her life she has gone through a lot, and she really uses that. Not only in acting but in her everyday life." I look at Danielle and say, "You may begin."
She starts off by saying, "Hey y'all my name is Danielle Lovegood. I know weird name but whatever. I'm here for basically exactly what your teacher just said. My past was dark and scary and I find it important to share it with aspiring actors and actresses like yourselves. Now to be a good sport, I'm gonna ask your teacher to time me like she did to y'all and then explain it all after. Is that okay?" I nod. I then hit the timer button on my phone and say go!
Demi's POV
This is getting scary, I can see why Jalizza is getting nervous. I never have done this before, well I did it in rehab but that's completely different in a way. But I have to so I take a deep breathe look at a the wall and not at any of the people and say, "Alright as I just said my name is Danielle Lovegood. I was born to Pete and Diane, in New Mexico on August 20, 1992. I have an older sister named Dina. She is older by 2 or 3 years. My biological father wasn't always the nicest to us. He was an alcoholic and hit my mother. When I was around 5 my mother left him and we moved to Texas, I haven't really talked to him ever since. When I was 7 my mother met my step-dad Edgar but I don't even consider him my step-dad because he is more than a father figure than my biological father ever was. Together they had my little sister Maggie who is 12 now. Although that was a blessing, after that my life just got worse and worse. In school I had it rough. The kids used to call me fat and horrible names that still stick to me today, they made me feel worthless and I couldn't believe in myself after that. It got so bad that I ended up getting home schooled because I just couldn't take it. I always say that I wish they would've just physically hurt me because the pain really hasn't gone away. Because of it I developed an eating disorder. I always had an unhealthy body image. I remember when I was really little just rubbing my hand over my stomach just wondering if it'll ever god away. After that I started overeating. Then I just stopped eating all together, I remember being 12 years old and dropping 30 pounds and still not feeling good enough. My parents didn't know because they always thought it was because I was growing. Other than my unhealthy relationship with food, I seemed to be fine on the outside but I wasn't at all in the inside. When I was 11 years old I cut myself. I remember watching it on TV and thinking it was going to be away to relieve my pain, and it did for a little. I didn't understand it at the time, but all I knew was that it was helping. When I was 15 I started purging. You might know it as throwing up. There was a time that I only ate two meals in one week, and I was purging 5 times a day. I honestly thought a glass of juice was going to make me gain 10 pounds. I remember blood coming out. I always wanted help in away but never asked or really got it until I was 18. When I was 18, I hit my friend because she said she would tell everyone I was self-medicating. Which I was because cutting wasn't numbing my pain anymore. After that my family and friends just sat me down and had an intervention. I then spent Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years in a treatment center. It was really hard to stop. I remember the first time I walked in exactly. They took my phone and told me I was under lock down. There was a person who followed me around all the time, it made me feel like I was in prison. I wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom by myself. But now I'm getting better and better. These past two years have been such a blessing."
At that exact moment in time the door slams, and I look back at everyone. They are all crying, I look at Jalizza's chair and she was gone. I freak out a little inside not knowing where she was. What was she going to do? Was she gonna go cut? I say, "Where is that girl?"
Everyone shrugs their shoulders until Debbie says, "She just left the room for a little bit of a break. And I think that would be best for everyone, now let's take a quick break. You guys can go to the bathrooms and come back in 5 minutes." After she said that I immediatly jolted for the door. Did this woman really let her just leave. Does she really not know what she is probably going to do?