Thursday, July 06, 2006

Late last year, I woke up with one thing in my mind. "Write a play. Write a play." It went on and on. I thought about it for days and days. A month went by. Then I decided. I decided to write a play for church about Esther. So I volunteered some of the church member to cast in it. It was about a month later when I sat down and wrote it. It took me only two days because of my determination. Then I past out scripts and informed my cast and crew that we would began rehearsals in three weeks. That gave everyone time to get familiar with there character.
I was the only teenager in the production. I had three children under the age of ten, and the rest were adults over thirty. I felt really good about myself because I didn't abuse my authority or swell with pride because I was in a position to tell adults what to do and they do it. No, I was very tollerable according to them! Lol. So we practiced for three months, and then performed. It went very well. I invited a family friend over, and he asked me afterward to come do the play at his church. I told him in a very polite way, "No." It was very stressful to get the play together, though I feel my load was considerably lighter considering I was working with mature adults. Oh, and by the way, I was 15 at the time.
My dad the pastor announced that we would be doing the play when we were visting their church one day. He even said when. It was news to me. So a week later, we were once again in front of a crowd. Remember when I said that it went well the first time? Well, it didn't this time. The prop lady was late and didn't know where everything went, so she ended up putting out the wrong things at the wrong time during the actuall performance, the piano player played off key and off que, the narrator screwed up his lines even though they were right there in front of him, and countless other mistakes.
Of course, I was wondering, what the heck happened? I couldn't help but lock myself in the bathroom and cry my costume mustage out of place. I felt that all my, all our hard work was washing down the drain along with my eyeliner back tears (the mustage was painted on with eyeliner). But when it was time for my scenes, I cleaned it up, and went out there with all my thespian abilities ready to do there work. The results: the crowd loved it. We got a standing ovation. It was wonderful when everyone came and told me how proud they were of me.
I was stilled pissed. But I thanked everyone most graciously. Smile and nod. Nod and smile. I meant all my smiles though. It took me days to cool off. The result: I have learned a very vauable lesson about humanity. I was almost ready to give up playwriting and directing.
Now, I have not given up. I'm writing my next play, Ahab: Jezebel, and the Prophet. I am now 16, and I am going take my hard earned knowledge and do a much better job.

-Lydia Dowell