Final Play ;>

I was pretty sure everyone’s heart was beating so fast, it felt like exploding. It was the final play. Panic was felt in the air. Eyeliners and mascaras were smudged. Costumes were unworn.  A shoe was missing. Characters were late. Enamel paint scattered all around the floor.  This was the scene in our classroom that day. It was CHAOTIC. Hairsprays were on the floor. Curling irons left and the props, oh the PROPS, the poor recycled props were just left there hanging on. We agreed we’re going to watch Anastasia; sadly we can’t because preparing takes time. It was nerve-wrecking when we remembered that some other schools were watching us. “Girls, kadto na ta sa St. Anne’s.” That’s when everybody started to panic. When Anastasia was done, we entered the St. Anne’s hall hungry, so we started eating the bread that was for the feast. We prayed. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. It’s starting, Ohmygosh! A lot of thoughts were entering my mind, ‘What if they won’t be able to hear me?’, ‘What if I say the wrong lines?’ but they always tell us to THINK POSITIVE; always be optimistic.  It’s almost our scene, and now I could even feel my heart beating faster and it was as if it’ll go out of my chest. GOSH! Well, our play was totally different from our practices and TDR. It was as if we were staging a different play. I felt kind of hopeless when I viewed the audience and the only expression they had on their faces was boredom. Whaaaaaaaat?! Is our play really really boring? Maybe, it’s just because they could not understand the story. Our play ended the way we knew it: in a feast and happy ending. Finally, the nerve-wrecking event was done!