I love the holidays.
The ice skating, the scent of cinnamon in the air, and hot chocolate . . . mmm . . . as cheesy as it sounds, I really DO get that warm, fuzzy feeling during the winter. My favorite part, though - the music. At least, it was until this year.
I'm Summer, by the way. Kind of strange, considering, but my parents didn't know that I'd end up liking the other end of the year.
My seventh grade class was putting on a musical, and my drama teacher, Ms. Wang, looked happier than ever. By the end of the week, flyers were up all over the school, announcing that we were all required to have some role in this "Winter Extravaganza". Great. I had the entire weekend to dread auditions.
I must sound crazy. I mean, first I love music, and then I don't. The truth is, I love listening to music. I can't carry a tune, and I don't like the sound of my voice much anyway. But no, since the first day of school, Ms. Wang's been "delighted to find someone with such passion for the arts".
I. Can't. Sing.
On Monday, we all showed up in the auditorium. It was dusty, with dark purple curtains and a crumbling wooden floor. I was just beginning to wonder when was the last time they cleaned this place up, when I heard the click-click of Ms. Wang's heels walking in.
"Okay, class, take a seat. Click-click. I am very excited click-click to be hosting this year's play click-click, and I hope each and every one of click-click you participates in every way you can."
We all sat down in the front row of the auditorium. I was on the far left, so that I had to lean forward just to see the stage. Woo-hoo.
"Now, anyone who wants to work on set design should raise their hand now." Ms. Wang peered through her thick glasses at the few kids who volunteered, then wrote down their names.
"Costumes?" About five kids raised their hands, including Grace. She's been my best friend since kindergarten, and I know how much she loves fashion. I smiled at her in encouragement, and she smiled back shyly.
"Stage management?" This was going to take a while.
"Supporting roles?" Maybe nobody will notice if I take a quick nap . . .
"Lead roles?" I wonder what's for dinner tonight . . .
"Special effects?" I hummed quietly to myself . . .
I did actually fall asleep after that. It wasn't until I heard the sound of about thirty people turning in their seats to stare at me that I woke up with a jerk. Ms. Wang wasn't smiling anymore.
"Um. I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." My voice came out like gravel.
"I was just saying how lovely it would be to have you in the chorus."
I could feel everyone's eyes on mine. Grace was nodding urgently to me.
Great, just great.
Author's Note: As always, I don't mean to offend anyone with my writing. This story is complete fiction. Oh, and please leave comments in the BBS! Thanks. =)
