Shakespeariance: Prologue

2011 Shakespeare has been such a great experience, that I want to tell you all about it. It seems this year that it has been all about telling a story, so I will tell you mine. Starting at the Prologue.

All summer long. I worked my entire summer just to earn enough money to go down to Cedar City with the High School. I worked all summer searching for a monologue that was good enough to be on the team. Even when I did find a monologue-three days before the audition-the pressure of the fact that if I wasn't good enough, it was all for nothing.

The day of the audition came, and the presence of fear was eminate. They called my name, and I could feel my pupils dialating. I muttered the words of Ophelia over and over in such a manner that those close enough to hear might have though that I had actually gone mad. I step up the stairs as Mr. Shelley greets me.

"Hello, Talia," says Mr. Shelley; bold, confident, and free.
"Hi," I reply, an octive higher than my normal voice, wavering.

I stand on the 'x' and slate my piece. The moment I do that, I ask if I may proceed. That's one thing that I messed up on.

"Nope," says Mr. Shelley.
"Oh... okay," I say, biting my tongue.

He looks up and Ophelia over comes me. Skipping a line or two, I finished my monologue and thank him for his time. I walk out of the room, disappointed in myself.

 I could have done better. I could have worked on it more.

I leave with my mother, and go home. The paper comes up the next day.

It was a B day, and I had an awkward air bubble inside me that hurt a lot, so I wasn't really too thrilled. I walk straight to Mr. Shelley's door and look. I see my name on the Ensemble List. Spelled "Talie." It was spelled wrong. I was disappoined, but I knew I couldn't have expected that much.

I go to my locker to drop off and pick up some things and go back to the Drama Door to congradulate my friends. Olivia, Evan, and Mary are by the door with faces containing secrets.

"Hey, hey, Talia. Have you checked the door?" Olivia says with her ninja smile.

I say nothing but go to the door and see the ensemble list again.

"Cool," I say with a hint of a smile.
"Look up," they said.

Slowly looking up the list from the ensemble up, I see names. Andrew. Eric. Jake. Keegan. Isaac. Kylie. Then I see something new: Duo/Trio- Talia Ruth & Nick Varney - Henry V Act V Sc. 2.

My eyes widen. The smile grows on my face, and I turn around and we leap and scream for joy. I walk out of that room and down the hall where Mr. Shelley sees me.

"Talia, would you like your script?" He says.
"Yes?" I say, hoping not to inconvience him.

We walk back to his room quickly.

"You're going to have to learn French. Do you know the French teacher?"
I shake my head.
"Get to know him. He has a beautiful French accent. You need to have it and make it natural."
"Okay."

I grasp the scene in my hand and go outside to meet Shaylee. We walk down to the Junior High to talk to our old teachers. We start talking to Mr. Dalton, when I really look at my script and how it ends.

Katharine: Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez: ma foi, je ne veux point cue vous abbaisseiz vour grandeur en baissant la main d'une de votre seignurie, indigne serviteur; excusez moi, je vous supplie, mon tre-puissant segneur.

Henry: Then I will kiss your lips, Kate.

I would have to kiss him.