Personal Narrative: Center Stage

Center stage. A single actor in a pool of white light, his jaw opening to sing the first note of “Santa Fe” from the musical, NEWSIES. That is the director’s main goal, in my opinion; to captivate audiences. One of the director’s main roles is to help guide actors during rehearsals. When I was younger, nine or ten, my elementary school teacher told me that I would be an excellent teacher. That has stuck with me through the years. For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to inspire people to change their lives for the better. In third grade, I had just transferred to a new school and I was struggling to make friends so I did what I do best: pay attention. A group of girls were playing Four Square close to where I was getting some water after playing a round of kickball. They were talking about a movie that had came out Disney Channel that I had seen, High School Musical. I tried talking about it with some guys and they said that it’s a girly movie. I eventually struck up a conversation with the blonde girl with a mole on her upper lip, Alyssa, which we both “fangirled” over the movie. We became friends and got into the same class in fourth grade with the devil as a teacher. That year, we decided to sing songs during recess. The first song that we sang came from High School Musical, “Breakin’
The walls to the “one room schoolhouse” were a slate gray; those backgrounds to those old, boring teachers who bore people to death or try and be “cool” with their students. I went there from sixth to sophomore year. You get an hour and a half of lunch and breaks; during sixth to freshman year, you got an extra hour twice a week for P.E. The rest of time was on the computer in your dull, gray cubicle pushing yourself until you burn out and physically and mentally drained. The workload kept piling and piling up until you burst from exhaustion and