The backstage was reigning pure chaos. Crewmen were all bustling around, carrying flashing lights, sparkly outfits, and large, magnificent props. Actors were all sitting in their own chairs, while each has their own makeup crew bustling around, doing beauty makeup. The noise was so loud, it was at the point of an instant headache.
Out of all the people backstage, one person, a very young girl, sat on the floor in the back, completely engaged in applying the special effects makeup that she was hired to do. This girl was 16 years old. She had thick, chocolate hair that gradually faded into blonde, though nobody knew which was her natural hair color. It was tied into a large messy bun above her head. Her shirt was loose, but not revealing much except her shoulders and collar.
She squinted at the actor's chest
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Her teacher, as well as the entire class, was turned around looking directly at her. She stared right back, a bored look on her face. "What is the basic adhesive you use to apply a latex prosthetic?"
"Liquid latex or spirit gum. Depending on what type of prosthetic you're using." Anne shot back almost instantly. Her teacher gave her a side glade, before going to teach the class again.
"Anne!" It seemed as if she was going to be interrupted every time she wanted to do something. She sighed, and turned to face the voice.
"Yes. That's me." She put on a half-hearted smile. Dean was her supervisor. She hid her little gasp by clearing her throat. "Hello, Mr. Quill."
"Yes, hello. I was told to find you, because you've been chosen to accept an award for your special effects skills." He said, coldly. He didn't really care. "However, if you do accept this award, your whole life would change. You'd work on the best blockbuster movies, the best shows on television, and you'd probably even get to start your own show." He stared blankly at Anne, his face like a chiseled block;
“This ones going to kill my story. It was so happy and magical.” Elizabeth fluttered to the front of the room.
“Absolutely,” I exclaimed, grinning while crushing my toes under my feet, attempting to begin preparing, already. “What do you recommend?”
...a bead of blood off her finger with my kerchief. “Is it better?” I ask.
She began to call her teacher "one of the most central figures in my life."
In conclusion, the acting in the production was very good. I was held captivated by the accents and shocked by the language and dialect because I knew that this really happens and has happened. I felt like I could actually change what was happening on stage. For Instance, when the rumble is happening and Bernardo and Riff bring out the switchblades, I gasped. Silently to myself, I said "DON'T DO THIS. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A CLEAN FAIR FIGHT. YOU GUYS ARE MORE SIMILAR THAN YOU ARE DIFFERENT, JUST BEING FRIENDS." The same occurrence happened when Anita is assaulted by the Jets when attempting to find Tony to save him. I understood her feelings and wanted the Jets to get in trouble for their actions. I became invested in what happened to the
“Oh I can help you right now. I would need to amputate your leg and-” Tom started.
“Hey, you!” said a voice far down in the hallway. “So you’re the new girl, huh?”
"Allie! Wait!" he called. Shock of shocks, she stopped. The pack horses crowed in around her.
Don’t let your nerves get to you. It was a Friday afternoon in the hot, muggy, and humid auditorium. It was the opening of our new musical, Little Shop of Horrors. All I could see when I looked through the blue curtains of the stage were all the people talking and carrying on about their children. Of course people are going to brag about their kids, it’s acting. Some kids are good, some, not so much. I’m freaking out because this is the first time I’ve been on stage to act in a musical since I was in elementary. I was all nerved up and persistently telling myself, what are these people going to do if I mess up? What if I look funny? I was getting overwhelmed and agitated.
“I have no idea where you’re going with this, but I am very intrigued. Do let me know if you need a hand.”
I sat there in astonishment, wondering how she found me out so quickly. Sitting in the front-left row of my class, I peered over my shoulder
“Well we will have to wrap your tooth up and put it under your pillow.
In the lobby they see many people standing around or buying T-shirts, hats, and other paraphanaliea of their favorite wrestling superstar. There is a smell of popcorn and other snacks in the air. It is very noisy from people talking about who they hope is there.
"Bet you thought you'd never be at one of these!" she says excitedly. I calmly smile back in return. Having never had great opportunities just fall into my lap, I know I've worked long and hard to achieve my career goal. Not only am I employed as a computer animator at a major company, I have designed the special effects for the hottest movie on the market.
"Oh yeah? Well what do you use to clean your teeth?" I wanted my teeth to look as white as his.