Dear Diary : 2007-09-13

Dear Diary
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney


Thursday, 13 September, 2007

Dear Diary
Wow. Mizz Ward is confusing. I don't know whether I should be angry at her, thankful to her, or just indifferent. I think I'll go with happy-that-she's-on-my-side, and lump the rest.

Okay. Today was my second "Deportment" day with Mizz Ward. She started off by telling me how disappointed she was in my audition on Saturday. Ugh. I mean, she knew that I hadn't read the entire play! How could she know that?

Then she had me do the walking in 3-inch heels with a book on my head thing for, like, half an hour. If I dropped the book, she'd cluck her tongue and look so disappointed. She kept saying, "Posture, dear, is a sign of feminine grace." My feet still hurt. I mean, 3 inches is a significant portion of the length of my teensy feet.

After that, she gave me a script for the next auditions, during Thanksgiving weekend. It's a musical, but I've never heard of it. It's called, "Into the Woods," and she wants me to audition for the part of Red Riding Hood. I looked through it already, and... I really like it. It's confusing, but funny and sad and adventurous -- like the Princess Bride it has everything!

We apparently do a musical every season, and that's in addition to the Showcases with all the other Drama and Theatre stuff. She gave me a list of what we're going to be doing in drama for the rest of the year and all next year:

  • Fall 2007 - The Music Man
  • Winter 2007/2008 - Into The Woods
  • Spring 2008 - Annie
  • Summer 2008 - Les Misérables
  • Fall 2008 - Mary Poppins
  • Winter 2008/2009 - Little Shop of Horrors
  • Spring 2009 - Victor/Victoria

-- and she wants me to try out for a part in all of 'em!

The last thing she did, though, today was extra cool. For an adult. She handed me a schedule and told me to give it to Mom. I looked at it and she had enrolled me in ballet and gymnastics, both! I thought it was cool, but Mom and Daddy had to talk about it. They were a little angry that Mizz Ward paid for the classes for me, but thought it was a good idea. They called her just before Mom started cooking dinner to try to make her let them pay her back. From what I picked up, she wouldn't let 'em.

Oop. There's Mom, hollering that dinner's ready, gotta go!

Oh, yeah... Mom and Daddy said no go on the sleepover this weekend. *sigh*

Courtney



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