No Longer Afraid

I was always the quiet girl that sat in the back corner of the classroom, desperately hoping not to be noticed. When my grandmother, a woman I greatly admired and was very close to, died I became afraid to talk to most people. I rarely left my room, and I said next to nothing the few times I did. My small amount of friends tried unsuccessfully to comfort me, and eventually gave up. This was when I was in fourth grade.

The following summer, my mother forced me into summer school. I wasn't required to go by the school, as I was always an exemplary student, but she thought I needed it. She told me I could pick whichever classes I wanted, as long as I went.

I chose Spanish class immediately. Spanish had always been an interest of mine, and I wanted to get ahead for high school.

Though Spanish was a quick and painless decision, the other class was not as easy to choose. I wasn't in love with school. I didn't want to spend my summer vacation taking courses about things I already knew and understood. Art was a fun option, but I was unfortunately pathetic at drawing, painting, or keeping a steady hand. It was not for me.

So, I was struggling to decide on my other course when I noticed it. Musical production. At first, I wanted to rule it out. Talking in front of a crowd? No, thank you. Then I saw what play they were doing. Annie.

Tears filled my eyes. My grandmother had always called me Annie, and would sing "Tomorrow" while she cooked. I figured this was a sign, that I some how needed to be involved in this class.

My mother was shocked, to say the least. She must have asked me a dozen times if I was sure I wanted to take that class, if I knew that we would have to preform in front of an audience.

I remained loyal to the class. It quickly became a major point of interest, and my favorite part of summer vacation. When it came time for auditions, I knew what I had to do. Even though competition was fierce, I had to audition for the part of Annie. I threw in my best "Annie accent" and belted out "Tomorrow" without fear. I got the part.

The whole production went off without a hitch, and it was just so much fun. I have been acting ever since.

For me, acting is so much more than just pretending to be someone else. Acting is the thing that brought me out of my shell, the thing that healed my wounds. It was a way to get to live someone else's life, empathize with their situations. It was the best thing that ever happened to me.

ADreamerWithAPen ADreamerWithAPen
18-21, F
4 Responses Mar 7, 2010

Thanks so much! Acting really is a lot of fun. I'm so glad that I have the opportunity to be involved in our drama club on a regular basis. Sadly, our school's fine arts program is severely underfunded and underappreciated. However, I always tell people that I don't act for the recognition or the attention. I act for the joy and the love of acting. =)

This is just an absolutely lovely story. Thank you very much for sharing :D I've always been in love with the stage.

Why, thank you. It's quite hard to pour out your soul on the internet, but I felt it was something I needed to do. I had a bad experience recently, as well. I couldn't agree more, though. The many good experiences are worth a few bad ones here and there.

Beautiful story. Well written too. There's something special about being involved in drama. You spend week after week with a group of people, trying to bring it all together and you get a lot of laughs along the way. A magical time. I had one bad experience, but the good ones far outweighed that.