The gods love Nubians…our director doesn’t

I found out that one of my friends in school live in my neighborhood. I actually met her through the play cos we have the same roles, and then we found out that we were both in the Glee Club during rehearsals. Her name’s Angeli and she’s a junior. I never thought we’d be friends; I’ve always seen her around school and she looked a bit like a snob to me. But I was wrong because she’s really, really nice and down-to-earth. Apparently, Angeli only moved in the neighborhood early this year, which is a bummer cos if she came four years ago she could’ve hung out with me, Stephen and Chris. But then again, I don’t think she’s allowed to go out much cos her dad’s in the government and it’s not that safe for her. There was actually a bodyguard in her car when she dropped me home after rehearsals today..it felt kind of weird. I’m amazed she doesn’t seem to mind much, cos I’d hate being watched over all the time. I like being a private person. In that case, I’m glad my dad isn’t in the government, or a business tycoon or something.

I just realized that even though I like being in theater, I’m actually a lousy actor who has slight stage fright. Really. There’s this part where we have to sing a certain song the way those gospel singers do, and I just couldn’t bring myself to go wild onstage like that. I don’t like it when the director doesn’t tell me what exactly to do and I have to improvise. All I could do was sing and do small gestures and tried to hide the fact that I was trembling a little and breaking out in sweat. Our director was kind of in a bad mood today and kept shouting that we should set ourselves free and break our inhibitions, but the more he yelled the more I couldn’t do anything. Glaiza saw it though, and she said that I didn’t look so bad compared to the others. But I felt like a lousy actor, and I kept missing my cues for some reason…maybe I’m just tired.