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A story of a theater girl trying to prove herself.
My first story in awhile!

Finally

Finally By Mari

*Disclaimer* This is about theater kids. I have never been a theater kid, and I never will be. But I did look at some stuff online to try and understand theater kid culture, so hopefully I did alright?

The doors seemed ten times heavier as I pushed them open and stepped inside the auditorium. A low chatter filled my ears. One breath of the musty air, and I instantly felt at home.

Despite this, my hairs were standing on end, and there was an anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I tried to take several deep breaths as I maneuvered the rows of seats and approached my friend, Charley.

"Hey," I said.

She spun around. "Hi! I'm so nervous! But I'm trying not to be, because being nervous is the same thing as being excited. At least, that's what my mom says.

Look at how much my hand is shaking!" She held up her slightly trembling hand.

"Are you nervous?" She said all of this very fast and with no breaks between phrases, so all of her words blurred together.

I had known Charley since elementary school. She was normally bouncing off the walls, but this was a lot, even for her. She really must be nervous.

I patted her shoulder reassuringly. "A little, but we'll both be fine. Even if you don't get a part, you're only a freshman. You still have three years after this."

I, being a junior, only had one.

Mr. Cole climbed on top of the stage and motioned for us to come closer. Silence filled the room. Auditions were about to begin.

"Good luck, Violet," she whispered as we all gathered into one large group.

"You too, Charley."

***

Charley and I both made callbacks.

I did really well. I hit every note, and my choreography was near perfect. I watched a few others audition, and from what I saw, I did better than them. Even Charley.

She did alright. I heard a slight voice crack when she reached the higher notes, but other than that, she did well. I waited for her before leaving.

"I did so bad!" she ranted as we walked through the parking lot. "I'm not going to make it. I can feel it." She fiddled with the ends of her hair. "My mom won't be happy."

"You did fine," I reassured her. "And who cares what your mom thinks?"

I said that, but I knew there was more to it. Her mom was Stephanie Allaband, Broadway actor and Tony Award winner. I knew there was a lot of pressure on Charley to live up to her mom.

"I know you'll get in," she said. "You did amazing." I thought I detected an edge of jealousy in her voice.

"You're louder than me, though. And projecting is really important in theatre."

"There's more to acting than just being loud."

"True."

We climbed into my car, and I set off for Charley's house.

I sincerely doubted that she wouldn't get a part. Charley was a pretty good singer and a decent actor.

She was more loud than anything else, and she wasn't the best in the school, but there was definitely some talent. I kept this to myself, though. I didn't want to get her hopes up.

***

I could barely get inside the auditorium lobby the next day due to the crowd right in front of the door.

"What's going on?" I asked.

As if in response, Charley squealed and began jumping up and down. "I got the lead!"

A heavy feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. That wasn't possible. Charley was a freshman. Freshmen never get the lead.

I pushed my way through the crowd and stared up at the piece of paper taped to the wall. There, at the top, was "Charley Allaband", cast as the lead.

"You're my understudy!" she exclaimed.

I looked right beneath her name, and sure enough, I, Violet Murphy, was the understudy.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the paper. Surely this wasn't real? Surely Mr. Cole would know better than to cast a freshman as the lead?

"Are you ok?" Charley's voice pulled me back to reality. I blinked and tried to form words.

"Uh, yeah. I'm good. Congrats!" I gave her a weak smile.

"Thanks!" She was beaming from ear to ear. A small part of me wanted to hate her. But I swallowed my feelings and gave her a hug. "That's awesome, Charley. I'm so proud of you."

My words sounded empty, even to me.

***

"I just don't understand," I said to my mom later that day.

"I think you do," she said.

I just looked at her quizzingly.

My mom sighed. "She got that part because of who her mom is."

My jaw dropped. "But- that's not fair! Her mom isn't involved!"

"I know it's not. They're just trying to suck up to Stephanie."

I threw up my arms. "I can't believe this."

Silence.

"I just feel so.... Trapped. Like there's nothing I can do."

"There isn't really anything you can do about this. You just have to focus on the things you can control, which is how hard you work."

"But I did work hard. Really hard."

"I know. But sometimes you do all you can, and things still don't work out. And that's not your fault, it's just because of spineless people like Mr.

Cole who value connections over actual skill. Hey, at least you didn't end up backstage like your freshman year."

"Ok." I sighed.

"You just have to show her up. Your time will come. Don't worry."

***

I went to rehearsals with a positive attitude. I really did. But it was hard to be positive when Mr. Cole made everything about Charley.

After a sequence of particularly bad voice cracks, Mr. Cole stopped her.

"That section was really good! Just make sure you enunciate those last few lines."

Yeah, it was good. If you only cared about how loud people were, not how well they sang.

Charley nodded and smiled.

I sighed from my seat in the third row. Watching was torture. I didn't know how I ever thought she was a good singer.

I guess she looked better when she was surrounded by middle schoolers who didn't know what they were doing. But now, among experienced high school students, she stuck out like a sore thumb.

After an hour of this, I finally got my chance.

"Violet, give Charley a break, and we can run through your part."

I jumped up from my seat and scrambled onstage. I thought I saw Charley shoot a glare at me as she stepped off.

I was practicing my lines for hours last night. And it paid off. I didn't miss a single note.

"Alright, Violet. You still have some work to do, but good job."

Some work to do? What? I did 100x better than Charley. What was I missing?

I looked around at the rest of the cast. They looked just as confused as me.

After rehearsals finished, I sped out of the auditorium, fuming.

"I'm really enjoying getting to know Charley."

Mr. Cole's voice reached my ears from further down the hallway. I peered around the corner and saw him talking to a tall lady with wavy, graying hair. Stephanie Allaband.

"She has such a wonderful personality," said Mr. Cole, saccharine sweetness dripping from his voice.

Wow. What a suck up.

Charley appeared from around the corner and stopped at the sight of them.

"Oh, Mom. I didn't think you were coming to pick me up."

"I found time." Stephanie turned and saw me. "Thank you, Violet, for driving her yesterday."

I nodded. "Anytime."

Charley followed Stephanie out of the school. I caught her eye and waved. "Bye, Charley."

She didn't wave back.

***

"Does she think she's too good for me or something? I don't get it."

My sister sighed. "I've known Charley longer than you, and honestly, she's kind of shallow."

"What?"

"She's been using you, Violet. She's been jealous of your talent all these years, and now she thinks she's better than you-"

"She's not better than me."

"No, but she got the lead and you didn't, so she thinks she's above you now, so she doesn't have any more use for you."

I put my head in my hands. "I thought she liked me."

My sister hesitated. "I think she respected you, because you're older and better than her. That's not the same as liking someone."

A tear slipped down my face. Was everything a lie?

***

Weeks passed. The rest of the cast perfected their lines, while Charley fudged her lines and fumbled her way through her solos, continuing to ignore my texts and keep me at arm's length.

I felt bad for her, honestly. She wasn't ready for the responsibility and pressure.

In a blink, the day of the first show had arrived. All of us were ready, except for Charley.

Ten minutes before showtime. Everyone was racked with nerves, but no one matched Charley's level of anxiety. I could see the pale tint of her skin through her makeup.

BLEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I spun around and saw Charley retching into a bucket.

"Charley!" Mr. Cole rushed to her side. "Are you alright?"

She sat up and wiped her mouth on her sleeve. "I'm fine, I can still go on. Just nerves."

"Try standing up," he said.

She did, then leaned over and puked again.

"You can't go on."

"No! I'm fine!" She stood upright. Her face had a green tint.

"Violet, go get dressed. You're on in eight."

I ran into the dressing room and pulled on my spare costume, then had one of the backstage crew members check my makeup.

"You look great," he told me.

I smiled nervously.

"Violet! Four minutes!" Mr. Cole called.

I ran through my lines in my head and mouthed them silently.

"Places, everyone!" Mr. Cole hissed.

I took my place onstage. The curtains were swept aside. Bright yellow lights filled my vision. I blinked, and began.

I was no longer Violet Murphy. Instead, I became Amelia, a young woman in the countryside, who longed to move to the city and be someone. I felt her desire and eagerness to prove herself.

I sang through her journey, showing her fear and pain, her joy and heartbreak, until the audience faded away, and I was no longer acting and forgot who I was entirely,

knowing nothing else but this.

The tremendous applause at the finale jerked me out of the story. My heart lept out of my chest. I had forgotten that it was not real.

Mr. Cole rushed towards me as I exited the stage. It looked like he had been crying. "Violet, that was incredible! Amazing job!"

Charley pushed past him. "Oh my gosh, Violet! You were amazing!"

"Thanks," I said coldly.

"Do you want to go get ice cream or something?"

I looked down at this little freshman, who once was one of my best friends, but ditched me as soon as she no longer needed me. "I think I'm good."

"Oh, well, see you tomorrow!"

I turned and walked away from her.

My time came. Finally.

Sorry if it was a bit rusty! I haven't written anything in weeks O-O Trying to get back into the swing of things :D Thanks for reading :) -Mari <3

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