THE BORN ACTRESS

I was sitting on the chair thinking of something in front of my desk and a piece of paper on it, a pen on my cold hand. I looked at my wrist watch checking the time and waiting for the bell to ring. Today it was announced that we have to make a drama performance and will be performed on next next Thursday, exactly two weeks. We should be working with pairs or trios, but sadly, no one would like to be my partner or group mate. Maybe because they thought I’m useless, and don’t know anything about acting. They just paired me to a person who was away that day, a person that won’t react anymore because it’s her fault that she wasn’t present that day and admit that she’s going to perform an assessment task with a dumb person like me. For the whole thirty minutes I’m just sitting, thinking and listening to the other groups talking about their exciting script. I felt so alone and poignant. I also felt helpless and abandoned, I thought I’m losing hope and won’t pass this task, because I’m stacked with person I don’t like at all.

Before the day had ended, I asked somebody I like to work with us, and could help us. I plead at the top of my lungs, but still at the end, I was rejected. I think the world is angry on me right now, what have I done? Did I do something wrong, and God is punishing myself? All I want to happen on me is to die, die right now from where I am sitting. I’m waiting right now, for somebody to shoot me.
The weekend passed. Now it’s already Monday, finally my partner is here. I told her about that thing, I could see in her eyes the regret. I know she doesn’t want me. We have eleven more days for the thing. We don’t have a script yet, no ideas still. While we are in the middle of discussing the plans for our drama, her eyes became watery, and felt disappointed. I cannot help her on planning the script and constructing it because I have problem with English grammar. I just gave her some ideas, such as making it a comedy. I know if it not a comedy, the audiences would be killed because of boredom. If it’s only about a conversation of a two per son it would be nonsense.

Next day, she had done the script. I’ve read it, and it was fascinating. It gave me chance, I felt the energy and enthusiasm again. I think the sun shine again. Tomorrow had arrived. We had a practice for the task, we kept on repeating it simultaneously, which is fun. Every single night I tried to memorize each line so I won’t be humiliated in front of people. Our script is about a desperate girl, and went to a counselor to seek for help about her family situation, but the counselor didn’t give her some advice, and the story ended up with the girl did suicide, and died.

The day had come. Today is now the day for our presentation. I’m kind of bit nervous. The first presenters were great, and we are the chosen pair to perform next. I started to palpitate and hear the loud pump of my heart in my chest. It’s my first time to perform in front of English people. Once I started to perform my nervousness fade away and perform on the best as I can. As our play ended, and heard the cheer and clapping of the people, my lungs now can breathe normally. Thank god, were done. And now that my partner knows that I’m not what she thought about me, I felt sorry for her, because I know I acted better than her. But I still thank her, because she was the one to make the script and help me memorize my lines. Therefore it was another success for me. This thing ended up like a “happily ever after”.