Dara Palmer's Major Drama by Emma Shevah

Author:Emma Shevah
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks, Inc
Published: 2016-05-19T04:00:00+00:00

All the way to drama group, I looked out of the car window at the posters on bus stops, billboards, and buses. None of the models or actors I saw were Cambodian. None were even Asian. None. Once I noticed it, I couldn’t help but notice it again and again. Every poster I looked at made me re-notice, and the constant re-noticing made my heart hurt.

Halfway there, I got nervous. What if I was really bad at acting and I was just kidding myself? Or worse, what if I was actually good but I’d never get anywhere because I was Cambodian? But then Felix’s words echoed in my head.

I shouldn’t give up, even if I was a small fish in a big, big ocean.

Not if it was my dream.

The Marcus Garvey Center was about a twenty-minute drive from our house. As soon as we went in and saw it, I forgot all about the posters and got excited. It was a super-swanky new arts center, and the drama group was in a theater. Not like our stage at school, which was in the same auditorium we used for assemblies. It had a proper stage, rows of red seats, and theater lighting.

Theater lighting.

Exactly.

Walking in there felt like being in a movie because I was the new girl. What kind of new girl should I be? Shy and sweet? Or should I flick my hair and be super-confident? There are always new girls in movies, and sometimes people are nice to them and sometimes they’re horrible, and I was waiting to see what I’d end up with.

Would they whisper and stare?

Would they all want to be my friend and I’d have to do “eeny, meeny, miny, moe” to choose who could sit with me?

There were about twenty kids sitting on the stage. I scanned to make sure Doug Wheatly wasn’t there, because I was going to turn right around if he was, but he was nowhere in sight. I said good-bye to Mum and walked in through the double doors to the theater. Everyone turned to look at me and then looked away again. It was quite undramatic, really. I knew I should have worn my tutu but I didn’t know what to expect. I decided that was the very last time I’d wear boring trousers ever in my entire life.

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