3 HOURS TO GO

“How long now?” I asked inquisitively. “3 hours till the big show!” Replied Phoebe. Me and Phoebe were great friends ever since we met 3 months ago; I auditioned to be in a musical production of Moana and I got the lead role. Phoebe joined to paint sets.

I’d spent months rehearsing my lines, practicing my dances and singing the songs all for a moment in 3 hours time. 3 hours time, it felt as if my life had built up to this moment even when it clearly hadn’t.

2 HOURS TO GO

I was pacing back and forth in the small dressing room when someone shouted me, “ Maya your turn, come and get your makeup on”. I sat down in the leathery chair as the man did my makeup. My eyes stared at the mirror and an unrecognisable face stared back.

1 HOUR TO GO

Panic was beginning to set in amongst us all as the clock ticked slowly towards 1 o’clock. A lady named Natasha was helping me into my first costume: it was an orange patterned top and a tattered cream skirt with an orange sash tied neatly around it. And, on my neck, lay a beautiful necklace with a blue crystal on the front. Once I was dressed I looked in the mirror, I was ready.

SHOWTIME

“Break a leg!” Encouraged Phoebe, “not literally though,”. I smiled, thankful of her encouragement and stepped out onto the stage. Bright lights blinded my eyes as I looked out into the audience and sang my first song. People joined me on the stage and we danced and danced. Then something happened. Someone knocked into me and I stumbled, falling into a nearby prop. I heard the rip of my skirt. Blue jewels of water collected in my eyes. I began to cry, I couldn’t think of anything else to do. So I ran of stage and didn’t look back.

I guess it was all in vain.