By Hazel Pearson I stand up shakily, hand my index card to my teacher, and say my name as if he doesn’t already know. You see a girl who’s proven herself reliable, but also reliably terrible at auditions. She performs, making the piece a little too “choicey,” a little too loud, but volume is better … Continue reading Theater, Murder, and the Laughter Problem
“The World’s a Stage”
November 15th I took a deep breath in, and held it. In those few seconds, the fears I had been accumulating for the past few weeks came rushing back in, fluttering into my stomach and wrapping around my body, turning me into a trembling wreck. But then I exhaled. They flew away and I opened … Continue reading “The World’s a Stage”
