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I'm Glad I'm Not Back In School (part I?)→ Camilla Chandler's Defining Moment.
When: November 2009: Sophomore Year
Where: Hillridge Central High School: Naperville, Illinois
"You'd kill yourself for recognition,
Kill yourself to never ever stop"
Before sophomore year, not a soul in Hillridge Central had heard of Camilla Chandler. She was a nobody, the classic case of the loser freshman. Honestly, who would notice the quiet girl that ate her lunch in the auditorium and spent her free periods painting sets for the drama department? No one, that's who. But Camilla didn't mind that much. Life for the girl passed by, and she never really noticed. That was the simplicity of it all. Did she sometimes wish for something greater? Sure, most people usually did. But Camilla had already accepted the fate life had given her. Now, with the years already passed and the events unraveled, that simple life she once knew would have been taken in with open arms.
West Side Story. That was what the new director had chosen for this year's winter play. Well, winter musical. It was supposed to be a play, but the Mr. Ruben, the teacher that Hillridge hired to direct it also happened to double as the school's orchestra constructor, so the drama department was becoming more and more musically inclined. Camilla was never a fan of musicals, but she supposed she didn't mind. The industrial feel would let her play around with set designs and she knew she'd have some fun when it came to doing makeup for the murder scenes. Besides, she rather liked West Side Story.
But Camilla knew that doing a musical this time around wasn't what set apart this show from the rest she'd done at Hillridge. What set it apart was Carter Jenkins. He was a sophomore just like Camilla, but they were worlds apart. Carter was popular. Even as an underclassmen, he ruled the school. The boy was Hillridge's up-and-coming lacrosse star, academically inclined, and just like all other high school heartthrobs, totally handsome. And he was playing Tony. He'd never been involved in the drama department before, but no one was surprised when he auditioned, and they were even less shocked when he got cast. Was there anything the kid didn't do? When people at school found out that Carter was auditioning, all of a sudden the drama department was the coolest thing to be a part of. The audition list for Maria was a mile long, and everyone wanted to be Carter's leading lady. It was hard not to fall for the boy's charm, and Camilla knew that. But she decided not to fall prey. Sure, his involvement in the musical meant that it would be a bigger deal than it usually was, but she would do the same thing she always did. She would sit quietly on the sidelines, painting sets and working tech.
That's exactly what Camilla was doing one day during rehearsal. It was after school and she was sitting upstage, her designs for the set laid out on the ground. a few people from the cast had been scattered around the auditorium, and Carter was the only other person on stage with her, running through his lines.
"Unbelievable. Unbelievable!" Mr. Ruben stormed into the auditorium, yelling in what seemed to be exasperation.
Everyone turned their heads to see their director, confused as to why he was so upset. The questions flew at him, jumbled together in bits and pieces. Mr. Ruben reached the edge of the stage and called the cast towards him. Camilla stayed where she was, figuring she needn't be involved.
"We have no Maria. Betsy called and told me that she had to drop out of the musical. I have no idea why, but she just can't do it. We'll have to find a replacement," Mr. Ruben said as the rest of the cast sighed in disbelief.
"Hey, you in the back!" Camilla looked up from her set designs, turning to where the others were standing.
"Uhm.. yeah?"
"Hi, sweetie. What's your name?"
"Camilla."
"Camilla. Do you think you could stand in as Maria for today's rehearsal?"
Camilla was never much of an actress. Sure, having been involved in all three school productions her freshman year helped her to pick up on a few things, but she was never interested in that part of the plays. But knowing she had no choice in the matter, Camilla agreed.
"Someone hand her a script please, quickly! We're going to start off with the scene between Tony and Maria, right after they meet at the dance hall."
Camilla didn't need a script to know Maria's lines. She had been sitting in on rehearsals for the past week, and had already picked them up when Betsy was the one reading them. The young girl was a natural, and she found herself enjoying it as the scene went on. The odd and invisible girl seemed to transform onstage, and it was as if her reputation as a nobody never even existed.
Finally the rehearsal was over and the auditorium went quiet. Mr. Ruben began to clap slowly, and Camilla tried to read the look on his face. She had no idea what the clapping meant, and she turned to look at the others on stage, wondering if they had any indication. All she managed to receive was a charming wink from Carter. Camilla couldn't help but giggle at that, but her mood changed back to the same confusion she felt from Mr. Ruben's clapping. Their director finally made his feelings clear, a smile growing on his face. "My God. I think we found our new Maria."
Nah, not yet. Like, I was thinking about it, but I’m guessin’ by your face that they’d throw me in jail before they would send me any money. Poop, I really thought it had the potential to be a foolproof plan.
Bro, this is a very serious question I need to know the answer to, or else I’ll literally drop dead, right here, right now. So, anyways. Do you know if the government would send you money if you continuously threatened them with death on their families?
Thinking about a possible zombie apocalypse happening is quite cool but when it’d actually happen, I would be the first one to run around in circles, hysterically crying. I’m not made for war.
Maybe as you get older you’ll get used it? You’re still pretty young, dude, you got time. I probably shouldn’t be giving advice since I’m not famous, but you know.
