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  • As a member of the “prestigious and elite” advanced acting class at my high school, I am constantly trying to act as professionally as possible; that is what the class is preparing us for. I find that it becomes all too easy to let high school feelings slip into acting, and typically, it effects the scene in a negative manner, so I have always found it easiest to keep my feelings to myself and become a happy-go-lucky love muffin in that class. Unfortunately, some of my peers feel the exact opposite. They are the ones who like to take every emotion and twist it into some dramatic episode of Glee; these are the students who ruin themselves, their acting, and rip apart with a livid fervor the title of the ever so “prestigious and elite” advanced acting class.
    The Fullerton College theatre festival is one of the most well respected theatre competitions in Southern California. It separates the weak schools from the superstar birthmothers, and carries with it an elitist attitude that is portrayed in every syllable that these theatre geeks pronounce through their numerous coats of stage makeup and costumes. As someone who had never thought of herself as a theatre person before, I was baffled at how seriously these kids took this festival (which is the wrong name for it, because the Fullerton College Theatre festival was more of a blood shedding battle to the gold).
    Not only did the blood boil between schools, but also at my own school, between my group and another group that shared the same sixth period with us. The primary reason for this inter-class feuding was that we were competing in the same category, classical scene, but also because two of the three people in the other scene were completely evil and no one in the whole class liked them.
    These two people, who will be referred to as Natalie and Max for the sake of keeping this as "anonymous" as possible, were coined the worst best (only best because they stayed together for so long) couple at our school. Natalie thought of herself as a model and was also an avid fashion blogger, her know-besty attitude was quickly dismissed by the rest of her high school peers, and since her only two friends graduated a year earlier than she did, she had to find someone else to leech onto. That is where Max came into the picture. As a newcomer to the high school, he had no idea of the despicable things Natalie was capable of doing, and before anyone could warn him of her black soul, he was wrapped around her finger too tight to be let free.
    This is where the story begins. Natalie, Max, and Sam decided to enter the festival in the classical scene category and the competition took a hold on their frail emotions. My group, which consisted of myself and two other very funny, kind people that everyone seemed to enjoy (Maggie and Josh), chose a scene that was very funny and very classical. We rehearsed so often that I thought I was going to start speaking like an Oscar Wilde character in every day life. During the rehearsal process, we paid no attention to the other group. We were doing our own thing, and just trying to be the best actors that we could. Through this, we had a complete scene very early in the process, and our work was basically done for us.
    As a tradition and a trial run for the festival, we are required to perform our scenes a week prior to the competition for our parents, at school, in full costume. The fact that we needed costumes to perform at parent night really put a damper on our group. Maggie had a particularly voluptuous body type, and thus it was difficult to find a dress in the costume room that was a perfect fit for her, and my body type was so particular that it was close to impossible to find something for me, but eventually we found the perfect dresses and a great suit for Josh. After we found the perfect costumes, we set them aside on the "Reserved for Fullerton" rack (the word reserved obviously meant that they had already been chosen by certain people and were already being used right??? Good. I'm not crazy.)
    The following day the rack of costumes was brought into the theatre we were performing in for parent night, so during class we all went to the theatre to rehearse one last time before the performances in costume. When I walked into the theatre with Maggie, something struck me as unusually displeasing. My gaze shifted over to the left and, of course, I saw Natalie wearing the dress that I specifically chose for myself. I walked over to her and demanded she take it off in a joking manner.
    "Natalie," I said "what are you doing wearing my dress?"
    "Oh... I didn't know that you were going to wear this... Well I don't know. Doesn’t it look just great on me?" she said with a smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing.
    "Please take the dress off Nat. It's mine" I was giving up. I was in no mood to play any games with her.
    "But Tabitha..." she scanned my body with her eyes, just begging for something to criticize, "does it even fit you?"
    I had had enough. She was too rude for her own good and needed to be taught that she couldn't get away with everything that she wanted.
    "No shit, it fits, now take the damn dress off Natalie! I'm not going to say it again!"
    Finally, after a few solid seconds of giving her the death stare, she took the damned thing off. The next few hours went by faster than a breeze, and before I knew it, it was parent night. We all scurried into our costumes and readied ourselves for the performances. My mom and dad got there and promptly sat next to me. We watched my other classmates strut onto stage and showcase what they had been working on, when finally it was my turn to perform. I walked on stage in my Victorian styled dress and met my two group members Josh and Maggie center stage.
    “Are you guys ready to rock this?” said Josh in a whisper
    We all smiled at each other and then began the scene. It went famously well. Everyone laughed at every single thing we said and I felt like a superstar. I went back over to my parents after we were done performing and sat down.
    “Great job, baby” “Yeah, you guys were amazing! The best I’ve seen yet!” my mother and father were ecstatic.
    I accepted these compliments with great pleasure but couldn’t help myself in telling them to please be quiet so that we could watch the next scene. It was Natalie’s turn and I wanted to make sure that I was able to hear and see everything in the scene so I could know what we were going up against.
    They performed their meek, ill prepared scene and in no time it was over. They achieved something like two chuckles from the audience, but nothing as great as what my scene had received. I could not have been more self-satisfied. During their performance I was nitpicking every small detail of Natalie’s outfit, dialect, change of seating position, anything. I was going to find something that was terribly wrong with her and the performance she gave and then I was going to critique her about it after the show. My goal was to make her feel bad about herself, and make her feel how she made me feel earlier that day.
    After the parent night performances were over and done with I went up to Natalie and her boyfriend Max and began to employ my plan that was just about as evil and cold-hearted as she was.
    “Oh sweetie!” I said in the most overbearing, belittling voice I could possibly make, “You were a total mess, your skirt is completely backwards!” I gave her a smirk and she knew it was war.
    “No,” she scuffed, “its supposed to look like this.”
    “Oh alright, you know best! Oh and how’s the dress on me? Does it look as awful as you thought it would? Am I too fat for it?” I was begging for her to rip me apart, I just wanted her to crack, but she was smarter than that.
    “Ugh, you looked awful on stage, the zipper's about to bust!” She laughed and kissed Max on the lips, then stood up with a nod and walked away.
    I was devastated, but kept myself together just long enough for her to be oblivious to the fact of how much she had just hurt me. I hated her guts, and all I knew was that revenge was going to be served and it was going to occur on competition day...
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