The+Play

The Play “Lindsey, come here!” My mom was calling me for who knows what. “Where are you?’’ I asked. “I’m in the basement; I just got a letter about you.” All these thoughts came rushing through my mind. Uh oh was it my cell phone bill, have I gone overboard with texting //or// what if it was my grade report, had I gotten a bad grade in science or math. I raced downstairs. My mom was holding a piece of paper in her hands. “What’s that,” I asked her. She didn’t reply for a minute, it seemed like she was thinking hard about what she was going to say to me. Then finally she replied “It’s your audition report.” I replayed my audition in my head, I thought I had done well but I hadn’t seen the people who I was auditioning against. “Well how did I do?” My mom looked at me and then said “You made it Lindsey; you got the part you wanted in the play!” As soon as I heard the words ‘You made it’I pulled out my cell to text all my friends who were anxiously waiting to hear how I did. The play was Beauty and the Beast and I had gotten the part as Belle. I was so happy because I had worked so hard and now I had finally gotten the part. Then my mom gave the piece of paper a good look at the play practice schedule. A troubled look came on her face. I then asked her “What’s the matter mom is there a problem?” Slowly she handed me the schedule, I took a quick glance at it and then noticed why my mom was troubled. Cheerleading practice and play practice had overlapped. That meant if would have to miss an hour of cheerleading practice or 45 minutes of play practice. If you miss play practice more than three times then you get kicked out of the play, but if you miss more three cheerleading practices during competition season then you also get kicked of the team. I couldn’t miss either practice so I asked my mom to call my coach. She said she would once she was done looking through the mail and cleaning her desk (she works at home). So while I was waiting for my mom to call my coach I checked my cell phone to see if any of my friends had gotten my text. I had gotten texts from five of my closest friends. They all said congratulations and wished me luck in the play. They then all asked for tickets to each and every performance there was. I said I would try to get them tickets but I wasn’t positive that I could get them tickets to every show. The next thing I knew the garage door was coming down, that must have meant only one thing, my dad was home. As I went to greet him, my cell phone beeped. I ignored my cell and went to finish greeting my dad. My dad works at this printing. He describes work as being a very noisy place because of all the printing machines running. “Lindsey, I’m ready to call your coach, please come here and tell me what you would like me to say,” my mom says. “Ok one second!” I yell back. When I get there she has already gotten the number out and has the phone in her hand. “Now that you’re here what do you want me to say to the coach?” ““Um maybe that I made it into the school play but play practice overlaps with cheerleading practice.” I replied. After I finished my sentence my mom went into her study to call my coach. When she finished she came and found me in my room. “Lindsey your coach didn’t answer so I went ahead and left a message, she says on her voice message that she’ll try to call back as soon as she can.” Oh great, I find out that both practices overlap //and// I have to wait for coach to call back to see if I can stay in cheer squad. I paced back and forth waiting anxiously for the phone to ring, two hours later I got my wish. The phone finally rang, it seemed like I had to wait for years, just to get one call. My mom answered the phone, in case there was bad news. After she answered the phone she came into my room again. “It’s all settled, the coach said that you could miss practice because she knows how much the play is worth, //but// you will have to learn the routines on your own free time, with the help of your friends, (most of my friends were either on the dance team or the cheerleading team like me, so that gave me the advantage of not having to set up a private to learn the routines with the mean, snobby captain).” “I can’t wait to start the play”, I said to my mom.