The act


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1. Standing

I stood there, backstage, hoping all would go well. I heard the bellowing of men & women, also the faint cry of a hungry baby. It was my first time on stage and I didn’t know whether anyone would even hear me over the enormous shouts from the crowd, what if they didn’t like me, what if they threw vegetables what if . . . It was time, I had to go on. No backing out. As I walked slowly onto the stage I could sense the putrid dung lingering on the ground below me, I even felt sorry for those poor, foul smelling peasants closer to the waste than ever. I could hear the Queens muffled chatter as she gazed around the stage as if waiting for a single mistake.

The other actor stood there, head high as if he’d done this a million times before, well he had but not like this, the Queen was there did I mention that? This was the first time the she would’ve watched one of our plays, oh and I got this horrible churning feeling whenever someone was about to die, yes die, not just acting onstage- they actually got killed to make it more exciting.

I said my piece, it went extremely well, but not exactly well for the other actor, he stuttered a bit, the audience always spots a stutter, poor guy and he’s been on the cast for quite a while, the Queen will obviously see to it, he’ll be punished, apparently she hates a stutter. She had already got up and ordered for him to be put in the stocks uh oh! I better get moving before she gets two of them.

It was quite a day, lots of emotions like anxiety and excitement. There were so many events I’m actually glad it’s over, especially watching grimy peasants devour food covered in germs from the floor I hope next time it will be better.

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