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Monday, March 10, 2014

Lead Roles

Most people who are into acting are familiar with the feeling of hope one gets when auditions for a play are coming up: those who haven’t gotten lead roles, especially. Since the fall of junior year, I had this hopeful feeling of excitement every time I auditioned for a play, thinking I might have the chance at a lead role; thinking I’d be able to handle a lead role. However, after multiple disappointments and instances of getting roles with little to no lines at all, that feeling began to fade away. This loss of hope was especially inspired when the latest musical came around and a sophomore got a lead. Sorry, what??? Yes, a sophomore got a lead role, while I, Danielle Walker, got a role without any lines.
Words cannot describe how disappointed, angry, and completely disheartened I was. After working my butt off for 3 years of doing every drama production and taking a couple Drama classes in school, a sophomore comes out of nowhere, with little experience, and takes the lead. The musical passed, and auditions for the drama production, First Impressions, were closing in on me. I entered the theater, trying to suppress any and all hope that tried to spark itself within me, trying to make sure I would not face yet another disappointment.
The same night, everyone who auditioned was sent an email with the cast list. I remember beginning to feel excited as I downloaded the file, while also hoping I wouldn't too dismayed with the part I’d receive. However, when I opened the attachment, there was my name: right at the top, next to the name of the lead role, Jane Austen. My heart soared, and I was in disbelief. How many times had I wished I could even come close to getting one of the most important characters? And now, I had gone from getting insignificant characters who could probably be cut out without making much of a difference to getting THE MOST important role in the play. I told myself I’d work extra hard; harder than any of the girls who had gotten leads before; harder than the ones who still struggled with lines during Tech Week (also known as Hell Week), only a few days before the show. I figured we had tons of time, so what could possibly prevent me from memorizing my lines well before the week of the show?
During the first couple weeks, I decided I had plenty of time. So, I only looked at my script while in rehearsal, and spent my free time doing homework and playing Minecraft. After that, I did not have as much free time. Teachers were piling on homework and I had family obligations, etc. So much for trying to memorize my lines a before the week prior to the show. I still felt like I could get it together, however, and make it work. I was excited, I really felt connected to my character, and I wanted to make this one of the best shows I’d ever done.
Then, of course, Hell Week approached. Not only did I not have all of my lines memorized, but one of my co-lead roles had less than ten of her lines memorized. Unfortunately, I’d be lying if I said I was exaggerating. Still, I tried my hardest to make the show the best it could be. I practiced improvisation, in case something went incredibly wrong during the show. I was nervous, and I finally began to realize that maybe getting a lead role wasn't as great as I originally thought. It was so much work, and it wasn't something I was used to. I felt like I wasn't good enough for the part, and I had nightmares about the show being completely awful…
The night of the first performance had come. I felt sick with excitement and nerves, and I had no idea whether I should be scared out of my wits, or happy to finally be letting others see this amazing thing that I helped bring together. When there were only minutes before the house lights were to be turned off, the stage lights turned on, and I would walk out, I began to feel a bit panicked. So many friends and family were out there (more than I realized, actually) and I did not want to disappoint them.
When the show was over, and the house lights went on, I saw all of the people who had come to support us. The total audience was not very large, but our group seemed to make up at least a quarter of the people who showed up. I was overwhelmed by so many emotions; when I went to say hello to all of the people who came just to see me and my sister, I got so many wonderful compliments- compliments so lovely that I could hardly believe them, thinking about all the mistakes that had been made throughout the performance. The entire experience was amazing, and I got to know myself a little bit better from it.
I now realize that getting small roles does not necessarily make you unimportant; the director can see things that maybe you don’t, and she clearly saw something in me that led her to believe I could do well as Jane Austen. While I thoroughly enjoyed the challenge and experience, I have come to the conclusion that I actually prefer smaller parts. Smaller parts are not at all unimportant, they all add something to the production, even if you don’t really see it. And you know what? Next time I audition for a play, I will be perfectly content with a small role. They’re just as fun to do, and less difficult to fit into my schedule. So, with that, I hope you enjoyed reading about my stressful, yet fantastic experience! Keep in mind that every experience gives you the opportunity to self-evaluate and learn more about yourself. You may be surprised by the things you discover!

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Society of Death

     One thing that's been bothering me lately is how freely people joke about death. Actually, to be more specific, it's when people joke about dying from cancer or some other serious disease... but mostly cancer. I don't understand how death can be such a hilarious topic nowadays, and I most definitely don't understand how the word "cancer" can be thrown around so loosely. What happened to the fear of cancer and death? Is this just some sick way of trying to dispel people's fear? A few months ago, I was talking to a group of friends, and they were telling a story about what happened the previous day. One had been acting over-dramatic and said, "I'm dying of diarrhea and cancer!" And the other friend had just laughed at her. I don't remember the details. Still, simply recounting this short story made the others laugh, and I couldn't see what was so funny about it. It wasn't comical to me at all. People die of cancer every day, and my life has been largely affected by cancer. It's not a funny subject to me: it's serious and sad. Also, not even diarrhea should be joked about. In less developed countries, impoverished people are still dying of it daily because they don't have access to the medical help they need.
     Then, just the other day, my sister was telling a friend that it's a bad idea to be drinking energy drinks because of some harmful chemicals/ingredients put into them... We didn't mention cancer at all, but the friend said, "yeah, yeah. Everything causes cancer these days. It doesn't matter." That really shocked me. First off, since when does getting cancer not matter??? Second off, not EVERYTHING causes cancer. Furthermore, if someone actually took the time to think about what they really need in terms of food and beverages to stay healthy, they would see that many of those things can be bought without harmful ingredients added to them. It's really disappointing that a such a young girl can say these things without caring about how long she lives or what her own health is.
     I can't imagine myself ever not caring about my life or health. I had cancer when I was little, and I had to watch two friends die. Their names were Daniel and Jared. We (my sister and I) spent a lot of time with Jared, and it was depressing to see him slowly fading from this world. He had Leukemia, same as me, except it came back seven times for him. The last time we saw him was in the hospital. We visited his room because he was in bad shape. His mom gave us magazines to look at while she and our mom talked. We didn't get to talk to or play with Jared because he was asleep. When we walked up to his bedside to see him, he was sleeping without a shirt on, and we could see how skinny he was: how sick he looked. His ribs were very prominent and his eyes looked sunken. That was the last time we saw him; he died at 7 years old. That image sticks with me to this day, and I am incredibly insulted when people don't seriously consider how deadly cancer is, and how sad death is.
     Cancer has not only affected my childhood: just last year my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. She got surgery, got time to heal, went through eight weeks of radiation, and is now (thankfully) in remission. Cancer is a constant tragedy/occurrence in my life, and I have close family friends who have also been affected by cancer. The fact that people can underestimate and make jokes about such a horrible thing is appalling. It makes me wonder: how did society become so careless about the health and well-being of people? I wonder, but then I look at social media, TV, and I've glimpsed the magazines my classmates look at. Bad influences are all around us, and we absorb it, barely taking notice of how we are being shaped by all of these things.
     Our society is a Society of Death. There are advertisements everywhere for unhealthy foods that have harmful chemicals meant only for pushing back expiration dates. Why do we allow companies to put these in the foods people eat everyday? In the United States, we have less than 20 deadly chemicals banned; in the UK, they have over 200. This is a drastic difference. Sure, the British smoke more, but they are more healthy than us Americans. They walk more, they have healthier food, etc. Violence and death are under-exaggerated and idolized in our country. The term "YOLO" has been quite popular for over a year now. This ridiculous acronym is used as a reason for people (esp. teens and young adults) to be involved in life-threatening, and sometimes illegal, activities. It's sad that we see ourselves as getting better and better by the decades, when standards of life are becoming so horrible.
     Please, take care of your health. Life is priceless, and should not be taken for granted. So many people suffer because they don't have options, while people in our country suffer because of their own ignorant decisions. You have the option, the means, to take care of yourself. For the sake of others, do it.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Dreams End


I had a dream
In which love existed

I had a dream
Of a boy so tall
A boy too caring to let me fall

I had a dream
He wouldn’t let me go
And told me that he loved me so

I had a dream
That he said there would always be
A place in his heart for only me

I had a dream
And it came true
But now it’s ended in absolute rue


I wrote this poem a couple years ago, and I'm not sure what my inspiration was... But here it is. Enjoy!(: