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JessicaNarrative

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It was the perfect ending to the perfect experience. I felt the chills go down my spine as I watched seven hundred people stand to their feet. In that moment, I was invincible. Everyone knew who I was, and I was their star. I took my final bow, gave credit to the orchestra, and blew a kiss as the curtain snapped in front of my face. I knew Monday morning I would just be Jess again, but in that moment I was a star.

 

On December 21, I received notice that I had a callback audition for the lead part of the annual spring musical. I nearly cried all day with the anticipation. Once I was called up to begin my audition, I executed with perfect precision. Every move I made seemed, as it was perfect. I spoke my lines in a perfect southern accent. I batted my eyelashes when I needed an extra bit of charm. And as it came time to my final vocal audition, I sang with the confidence of a seven-time Grammy winner. I knew as I left the audition at ten, if I was not the lead there was a huge mistake.

 

At Slippery Rock Area High School, the female lead in the musical is automatically the most popular girl. The prize usually goes hand and hand with Prom Queen or numerous amounts of senior superlatives. I had always been a very popular girl, but not in the way that little girls dreamed. I guess I brought it upon myself. Do not get me wrong, I was never truly mean to anyone. However, I was part of a dance line that was not known for their niceness.I also only really talked to my friends, leaving others to just fend for themselves. Those who knew me told me I did not deserve the "most over-confident" superlative. However, those indiviuals were few and far between. I knew that getting the lead was my last chance at winning the other seven hundred people over. It was only a matter of my name being at the top of that list beside "Daisy Mae".hours later; if I did not receive the part, there must have been a mistake.

 

The next morning it was final. I was named as the lead part in the spring musical. A position that every girl in the school sought after. However, the smiles and whispered “congrats” I expected to come my way where over shadowed by eye rolls and snickers. Instead of being on top of the world, I was at the bottom of the gossip totem pole. At first, It crushed me. In a small school setting, like Slippery Rock High School was, being the lead in the musical should catapult you to “Princess” status. Instead, I just had to try even harder to ignore the constant putting down of my peers. After being told by two mothers that their daughters would have been a much better pick, I decided it was time to quit waiting for people to except me as the best and to just become the best. I memorized my lines within the first three weeks of practice (a feat done by few past leads). I learned every dance number, even ones I did not participate in. And when it came time to perform, I did so with the same perfect execution that won me the part in the first place. The eyes of my enemies rolled farther, but only because my supporters were on their feet with encouragement. As I took my final bow, I had pride for myself like I had never known.

 

The last moment of my performances sticks with me in time because it is a perfect symbol for the first quarter of my life. No matter how high my achievements, I have often received snickers instead of applause. I have become the type of person to see the small amounts of smiles over the many eye rolls. In that moment my family had never felt prouder, and the truth is neither have I. My parents where not most proud of my performance, but that I worked hard in spite of the chance to give in to jealousy.

 

From CourtBlog 's narrative, I was inspired to describe my hometown in a little more detail. Those who are not from a small, hick town have a hard time grasping the concept. I hoped to aid their understanding.

The BoreSta narrative helped me get ideas to write the intro from inside my head while I was performing.

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