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Denied Again

It was perforht, yet my heart wasn't

thu as I had expected it would Nervousness had turned into raw fear and that had dropped a sheet of thin ice overme feel numb to the point where I couldn't feels his dance selection taken froraceful and perfect Why did I have to follow him? The distinction between so a professional and me, a naked amateur, would never be as clear

Sarah Broadhurst, whoreen with envy because I had been chosen over her to perfor up to s to tell me that the audiences who cas were very sophisticated

"These are the same people who frequent the London theater and there will befor potential new talent

It's far different froh school in America," she said with disdain "It's not an audience clu relatives who refuse to see mistakes and mediocrity These people have seen and heard Hamlet many, ood"

"Thanks," I said, refusing to show her how h to want to help me"

"Help you?"

"I hope I can do the same for you someday, Sarah," I followed just as Philip's dance piece ca

The school's theater was small, intimate The audience was practically in the lap of the perforht utter

Now that I was e, my smothered heart burst out and pounded ive the audience the sense of

a change of setting One of the first things that had been taught in drama class was that an actor ive the audience a feeling for the scene One of the other drama students, Clarence Stoner, would read the lines of Laertes, Ophelia's brother, to help set up the situation It was the point in the play after Haone mad

In a way it wasn't hard for me to understand her insanity Her father had been taken from her and she felt lost and alone and terribly betrayed

I waited in the wings Clarence took his position Sarah was right about one thing: the audience had that look of anticipation, clearly illustrating that they knew exactly as to come

The curtain opened and Clarence turned and said, "Hohat noise is that?"