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I was never a popular kid in school. I was pretty shy when meeting new people and I was (and still am) an introvert. I was loud and probably annoying with my friends, but it took me a while to get to that point. How I became a theater kid, I’ll never know. I think I just needed an elective and decided drama class wouldn’t be too bad. Then I just got stuck in it because I loved it so much (even though I remained quiet and completely terrible at things like improvisation).
From 8th grade to senior year I was a theater kid. Again, I wasn’t one of the outgoing kids. Almost every other person in the program was fun and bubbly. They were all friends and the people who always got lead roles, of course, had their clique. There were so many talented people in our program. I wasn’t the best, especially not when it came to singing and dancing, and never had a lead role, but I loved being in the program anyway. Most of the friends I made happened because of the drama program. Three of some of my close friends, in fact.
Looking back, we didn’t do scene work in our class too often. We did it maybe twice a year. I remember doing monologues more than scenes. However, there are a few scenes I remember doing quite vividly, and my 10th grade final is one of them.
Every year our school had a “dramapalooza," which was basically a day where all the drama classes put on performances for the school. This counted as our final grade for the class. It was my first year doing dramapalooza and I was put in a group with four other people and a director. They were all really nice and outgoing, so it was kind of intimidating to do a scene with them. However, soon enough, I began to feel more comfortable with them. I never completely got out of my shell, but when doing a scene with people you really have to suck it up and get used to them.
Our scene was a comedy scene. That being said, I was in a group with people who happened to naturally be very funny. Our rehearsals ended up being about 50% rehearsing and 50% fooling around and being ridiculous.
The scene was about a Labor Day party where all of the guests wore white head to toe. They played a game where they had to name things that started with the word white, but instead of saying the word white they had to hit their chest. It was kind of ridiculous and it didn’t make sense, but we rolled with it anyway. Then, as if they were celebrating New Years, the guests all had a big countdown to the end of Labor Day, and within those ten seconds, we had to strip out of our white clothes to reveal other colored clothes underneath. It was kind of a struggle and a little weird to be doing on stage in front of the school, but again, we just went with it.
Soon, dramapalooza was upon us and it was honestly really exciting. I got out of almost all of my classes for the day. It was great. When it was our classes time to perform, my group went into the chorus room for a last minute rehearsal. Again, most of our rehearsals consisted of a lot of joking around. We weren’t very serious with our scene work at all. The last minute rehearsal was no different. We spent most of it goofing off and making jokes instead of practicing. So, with very little time before we went on stage, the jokes were going strong. All of us were hysterical, having a great time. And then, if you have my luck, the inevitable happened.
I laughed so hard I peed myself.
And then they called our group to go on stage.
Remember when I said we were wearing all white? And we had to strip out of that to reveal other clothing underneath? Yeah. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.
Meanwhile, my group had no idea. At least I don’t think they did. If they knew, they didn’t say anything. Thank God for that, honestly. Anyway, heart in my stomach, we went on stage. I don’t remember doing the performance at all. I’m sure I didn’t do my best since I was in the middle of a panic attack. Then, the next thing I knew we were taking our bow and gathering the white clothes we stripped out of. I remember walking backstage and wanting to be away from everyone immediately. The problem was that I didn’t have anything to wear aside from my black leggings and the white capris. Now the capris were not mine, and they were too big without the leggings. So I was stuck wearing what I had and had to do damage control in the bathroom. It wasn’t too bad, but bad enough for me to have to worry about people noticing. But, I don’t think anyone did. No one said a word. Again, if they did notice and just didn’t say anything, I’m so thankful.
At the time, it was probably the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me. If it happened to me again, I would still be embarrassed. But, looking back on this particular event is now really funny to me. I think it’s hilarious because of course that would happen to me. That’s just my luck. Thankfully, the next time I did dramapalooza everything went pretty smoothly. I’m only a sophomore in college now, so I know 10th grade wasn’t that long ago, but it feels like an eternity and I’m glad it’s over with. Clearly, it wasn’t my luckiest year!