My Layers About Me

A Little Story of Mine

My heart panting, my lungs throbbing, my armpits crying, all begging me not to humiliate myself. What was I thinking? I paint. I play guitar. I pretend I can cook, but I do not sing. I don’t even have concerts in the shower, but somehow I had a number taped to my chest while I awaiting my turn. This is such a bad idea, I don't sing.

The door slammed open revealing an old woman in a Hawaiian dress, like an overgrown Lilo. Wind whipped through the room. Everyone held their breath.

“Tadyana!” the old-Lilo director howled.

I stood hoping it was my name she butchered.

“What song are you sing for us today?”

I picked my song discretely. It was a jazz song my grandmother loves but no one knows.

I raise my chin with a smile, “Steam Heat by Ella Fitzgerald .”

“Oh, I love that song!”

Oh s---, of course she does. I took a deep breath and started singing, “Sssssteam heat.”

I summoned all the sass of my black and Latino ancestors as I snapped my fingers and swayed my hips, hopefully distracting from my rubber knees. I even winked at a redhead sitting in the crowd, but what I did next… oh dear. I was so desperate to leave an impression.

As I amateurishly soloed, “I've got a hot water bottle, but nothing I've got'll take the place of you holding me tight,” I grabbed the nearest bottle and threw it across the room, nearly hitting one of my competitors, but knocking down the costume racks one by one. As each one crashed I saw the chances of being an actress crashing with it. I continued to sing ignoring the unyielding disaster. The director raised her hand. I immediately stopped. I curtsied and gracefully ran out the door leading a trail of shame and embarrassment.

The next day I got the lead of the Bird Girls. Mistake after mistake, yet I got in. Here I went out of the blue to an audition for a part in a musical I didn’t know about and hadn’t seen. Taking a chance on an far-fetched opportunity was the best way to start off my freshmen year.

Made with Adobe Slate

Make your words and images move.

Get Slate

Report Abuse

If you feel that this video content violates the Adobe Terms of Use, you may report this content by filling out this quick form.

To report a Copyright Violation, please follow Section 17 in the Terms of Use.