Quixote And Dulcinea

I didn't learn to truly appreciate fairy tales until I was in high school. I had always wished for a knight to sweep me off of my feet, but I suppose even at a young age, I was smart enough to know that it wouldn't happen like that. Women these days aren't damsels and very few of them are even "Ladies." Men nowadays are rarely gentlemen, much less knights. Everyone needs rescuing, but it's not always the lady anymore.

I competed in speech and drama when I was in high school for a full four years. I was the captain of the drama team by the time I was sophomore, and the student coach by the time I was a junior. I wouldn't say that many of them looked up to me, but I can say that I looked after a lot of them performance wise and almost as a guardian. Many of the younger students were niave--much in the way that you would expect from the social outcasts within the school. Looking for a place to be accepted, to be appreciated.

Through my experiences I found that one was either very talented or not talented at all, and if one wasn't talented it took more than just memorizing to make them adequate, but it took heart and soul to make them exceptional. I recall being told when I was a freshman that I had potential and being told that I still only had potential when i was a sophomore.

I found my knight at the beginning of my sophomore year. I was performing a dramatic piece, and he was performing in comedy, so we rarely saw each other. He was a tall, thin, young man who was just beginning to find himself too. He has long blonde hair--Which I've always thought added to his otherworldly qualities. His manners were impressive, as was his speech. He spoke so fluently and passionately, genuinely concerned about those around him. It was a very different experience for me to meet with such a brilliant person as I had never met anyone quite like him. At one meet, I didn't qualify for finals and I was upset, so I went to watch a different event. I stumbled into his event without even really thinking about it. He was performing a humorous duo with a mutual friend, and I remember being completely lost in their piece. They seemed to be completely different people. I knew then what I had to do. I had to become a performer, not just an actor.

Something changed in me, and from that day on, I began to become ther person within my piece, not just the script. He was my inspiration.

During my junior year, I was able to compete against him. Serious solo was our event, which consisted of performing a dramatic monologue that was no longer than 10 minutes.  My piece was about a Russian woman during the winter of 1991, freezing--mourning the passing of her husband, and the death of the child she bore only months before her husband passed. In the piece the woman takes her child to the orphanage, knowing that they could better care for her child than she could. She returns to her home and dies, praying for her child to be sent to America under the care of a good Christian mother. I wrote the piece, even though I would say I'm no more Christian than a common dandy.

His piece was an adaptation of Don Quixote (fitting for a knight, no?). He need not stress himself to perform the part, because he is the personification of a modern Quixote, looking for the good in the world, seeking to be brave, courageous, and courteous to all men and woman.

He called me his Dulcinea.

I am not with my Quixote now... Nor have I ever been, but he is always with me. And we will quest for chivalry for our entire lives.


CorneliaVonCrazy CorneliaVonCrazy
18-21, F
Jul 17, 2010