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- Cindy Chen (12)
Hong Kong International School
字數 Word Count: 1(中) 593(Eng) -
Tick tock, Tick tock… The rusty clock was continuously ticking in my head, making a racket for my distracted thoughts. The voices in the background deeply drained, my eyes were frozen, hypnotized, as if I was in another world. A sudden shock of sound made my half-asleep eyes fly open.
I would call myself an insider: not the most outgoing one in the playground, or the most annoying troublemaker in class. I was quiet and nerdy, spending most of my recess time reading.
“Bringgg!” The sound-deafening bell rang. Students raced out of the room, heading to their next class.
Clementine school was somewhat different from my old school. I hated to move but I had no choice because of family relocation.
I ran into the black box theatre, where my next session, drama, would be held. I’ve actually never had drama before...
“Hello, fellow students! I am Mr. Edwards, your drama teacher.” A small man greeted us in a heartwarming deep voice. I blinked… I blinked again.
This man was in one black sock and one white sock! How unusual! He seemed to have known what we thought, so he simply said, “I’m in a black and white school uniform as requested. It’s just that I’ve twisted the rules a little bit. Be open-minded!”
Mr. Edwards was really fun and enthusiastic. Drama became my favourite lesson and I dreaded for drama every week. He taught us how to mime, and project our voice...
What he said was: “The best way to grow is to change, to learn, and to get exposed. And the only way that we become exposed is if we throw ourselves into the open. Do it. Throw yourself!” I think that was a quote from one of his favorite authors.
One day, he told us that there would be a production for the classic <Wind In the Willows>. Everybody could try out for auditions.
When auditions were held, my mind felt so tight, and my heart skipped a beat every time I moved forward in the waiting line… “Next!” the speaker called out, and I stiffened.
“That this could happen to the popular and handsome Toad,” I recited, “ The rich…” My mind went blank, totally frozen, as I tried to recall my lines. My lips trembled with fear and I stormed out of the room, sobbing.
The next day, I felt changed. Both good and bad. More confident, but less positive. However I was still tempted to check the results. As I scanned the poster, I saw my name unexpectedly: Weasel - Polly! I got a part? I screamed in my head, I got a part!
The 5-month practices went quickly. I didn’t do well at the beginning. But I became more and more confident and gradually improved. Mr. Edwards was encouraging as always, while he was still strict and serious in correcting our mistakes and giving us examples.
Dress rehearsal finally came! But dramatically Mr. Edwards was sent to hospital for acute appendicitis surgery. The stage crew told us later that night. Everyone became silent. It felt like I was there for a century… All silent.
The hours turned into minutes and minutes into seconds. It was finally showtime! That night, music, costumes, props, acting crew… all went through well even if Mr. Edwards was not around.
“Give them a bite. Give them a nip. Teach them who’s boss in the Wild Wood.” I acted on stage, saying my lines loudly, felt refreshed and invigorated. “Do it. Throw yourself!” It was as if Mr. Edwards was talking to me...1 / 17