after I saw Book of Mormon, I was kind of upset, because I realized I could never be a part of that production because there is literally no place for white females; there are white men, black men, and black women. I was upset because I loved the musical and its message so much that I wanted to be able to perform in such a production. But then I got over it, because I realized that this is how black women feel all the time. Until recently, Annie had always been a little white, red headed girl. Elphaba and Glinda are always white, even though Elphaba is green. Elle Woods is a preppy blonde, white girl. Grease takes place in the 1950s, a time of racial segregation, so thereâs no way any of the main characters would have been black, and the same goes for Little Shop of Horrors. Youâre a Good Man, Charlie Brown is based off of the original Peanuts characters, none of whom were black. Many female characters are written for white women, and those that arenât specified are often played by white women: the cast of 13, The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, Into the Woods, Beauty and the Beast, The Wizard of Oz, Dear Edwina, the list is endless. Is there any reason why Patrice in 13 shouldnât be black? No. Itâs just not how it has been done. So when a musical comes along with parts written specifically for black women, I will not whine about my inability to play that part. Instead, I will stand behind the scenes and be a part of the tech crew, supporting a wonderful cast. I do have privilege being white, privilege that I never saw before. Even in an environment that is more accepting that most, the theatre does still cater to this privilege. And I refuse to be ignorant to it anymore.
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Zadison prompt: Madison is jealous of one of Zoe's childhood friends
Madison rolled over into Zoeâs lap, over her hands which held the phone she was texting on.Â
âMadison, Iâm kind of doing something.â Zoe mumbled, pushing Madison off.
The dirty blonde pouted and pushed her head up with her hands. âDoing what?â
âTexting,â she rolled her shoulders in a light shrug and turned back to her phone.
Madison sighed, peering over at the phone. âTexting who? Anyone you could be talking to is in the house.â
Zoe pulled the phone away, laying back on her pillows. âMy friend. I do have other friends you know.â
Madisonâs eyes narrowed, already upset that Zoe was more busy with something other than her. âFine. I guess Iâll go back to my bed and do nothing, since youâre so busy.â
Zoe hummed, rolling over onto her stomach as she continued texting.
At breakfast the next morning, Madison seated herself next to Zoe as usual, bumping her shoulder lightly. âMorning.â She greeted, frowning as she saw the blonde was on her phone. âStill texting that random ass person?â
Zoe looked up for a moment, her eyes shining. âSheâs not a random ass person, she used to be my best friend when I was little. Weâre catching up.â
Madison snorted, turning her nose to her bowl of yogurt. âWhatever.â
As the days went on, it seemed Zoe spent more and more time talking to her old friend than she spent it with Madison. The movie star would have given her the cold shoulder, but Zoe wasnât even attempting to talk to her.
She flopped down on her bed, side eyeing Zoe on her own. On her phone, of course.
Madison heaved a dramatic sigh, rolling over onto her back and scrolling on her own phone. She wanted to spend time with Zoe, but she was always so busy, and Madison was damned if she was going to be ignored.
âHey, Madison.â Her brows furrowedâ was Zoe talking to her? âMads.â
The dirty blonde glared over at Zoe, âWhat?â
âWanna put on a movie? Iâm bored.â
Madison scoffed, looking away.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â Zoe asked, oblivious.
âWell, look who has time for me now. Why donât you go talk to your new girlfriend?â
âWhat? Ohâ Mads, donât do that.âÂ
âWhy not? You havenât had any time for me, too busy texting that bitch.â Madison grumbled, crossing her arms.
Zoe chuckled, climbing into Madisonâs bed. âCâmon, Madison, you know youâre the only girl for me.â She pulled the other girl into her arms, pressing a kiss to her temple. âIâm sorry, we just havenât talked in so long. I would never do that to you, though.â
Madison glanced up, still pouting. âPromise you donât love her more?â
Like, you donât actually love them and you know you donât, but you know you could. You realise that you could easily fall in love with them. Itâs almost like the bud of a flower, ready to blossom but itâs just not quite there yet. And you like them a lot, you really do. You think about them often, but you donât love them. You could, though. You know you could.
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