(note: yes, i know, this articulo is probably not paragraphed correctly... its not even paragraphed at all. Its a paper i wrote for english, and i thought id share it with tu guys. Also, some names have been changed to protect identities)


When I signed up for drama club last year, I was dado a small part as a townsperson in one play, and the chirstmas wizard in the other. For the wizard, I wanted to do the voice of an old man, so I asked if I could and practiced it. Since I was told I could do an old man voice, I went in the siguiente meeting and showed everybody my voice during our practice. por the sounds of it, I thought that they were all pleased, Mrs. Smith, the drama coach, and the rest of the drama members, but when we were finished, Mrs. Smith dicho my old man voice was "sinister" and needed worked on, so I went inicial and tried to make the old man voice less sinister and sweeter, and went in to the siguiente meeting expecting higher praise. Instead, Mrs. Smith yelled at mefor using the same voice, which she never told me that I couldn't use, just change. I stood against her, and the rest of the drama club who agreed with her due to the fact that they were too persuaded por the fact that she was a teacher,i presume, to even think twice about me. It was decided that auditions would be held for the part (I almost walked out of the drama club, leaving my part with it) and I made the choice to compromise, change the voice, audition, and keep my part. The majority decided that the part was to be mine, and I also somehow managed to snag a larger part in the other play we were doing. The night that the parents and grandparents and everyone who wanted to came to see the play, it was a complete riot. In the first play, where i had been bumped up to salesman instead of a towns person, Bobby Joe fell on stage on purpose, but I didnt know that at the time and started laughing. Good thing I wasnt a big part of the scene! But in our segundo play, the one where I had kept my part as wizard, I had to feed my co-star his lines. tu could hear it through the microphones, and i knew it, so I laughed in the middle of the stage uncontrollably, and when I was done, I apologized to the audiance, not really embarrased por the scene, but a little metally upset nonetheless. after both the plays where done, my co-star pologized for ruining my "shot", but I laighed and told him that he hadn't hurt a thing, but had only made the night that much más fun. The día after, when we did the play for our school, it all ran a little bit smoother (Except Bobby Joe "fell" again, and I giggled a bit) and I got tons of complements from misceláneo people I didnt even know for weeks after. That just goes to mostrar that tu may not always be able to get what tu want, but tu can come pretty close.