Happy Ever After

Chapter 2.0

Studying a BA in Drama wasn’t always fun and laughter, sometimes it was just bore, bore, bore. In my class, there were sixteen of us in total, three girls, and, in case you aren’t able to work it out, thirteen boys. Us three kept together defending each other when necessary but allowing each other to fight their own battles and brag about winning the fights later.

One of the many down sides to having only three girls studying drama was that if you suited a role just because you had long brown hair and ice blue eyes, you had no choice but to play it even if you hated having to play that character.

Unfortunately, I was the girl with long, brown hair and the ice blue eyes which meant that I always had to play those roles.

My hair usually sat on my right shoulder in a loose and messy plat. I wore make up but only natural colours like pink blush, to emphasise my cheek bones, black eyeliner with a small flick and a shiny pink lip gloss. I was average looking, nothing special… okay, I was slightly above average, most would say pretty but me being me would only ever say that calling me pretty was like calling the earth 2d. A huge misunderstanding! I remember saying to Ansel, a classmate who called me pretty, my comparison and he answered, “Calling you pretty is like calling a Van Gogh okay.” We dated for two years. We didn’t end on bad terms; we decided that we were better as friends and still remain as close, if not closer, friends as we were before ‘we’ even happened.

Alexis was the second of us three. She had green, wide eyes with black hair which was mid-length. She usually wore white summer themed dresses with tanned tights and pumps. In the winter she wore similar things but with camisoles and thick tights but I’d never seen her in an outfit which didn’t involve white in one way or another. The word I’d use to describe her would be ‘socially-connected’. She knew everybody and was friends with all who ranged from the annoyingly-over-obsessed-arrogant-school-jocks to the socially-awkward-but-intelligent-in-every-other-way-possible-nerds.

Lucy, the third girl, had blond curly locks which just passed the middle of her back and fitted the ‘dumb blonde’ stereotype, not just because of her blond hair and school-girl dress code but just because she was… how to put this… just quite…not dumb just… unintelligent. She often sat with her pink blush and pink lipstick plastered on her pale face, with perfectly unchipped pink nail varnish coated on her nails. She usually wore a short black and grey, tartan pleated skirt, white shirt with a pink, V-neck jumper, and pair of black pumps. Just to clarify, there was neither a uniform nor a dress code.

I shared a dormitory with both Alexis and Lucy and spent most of my free time with them. We were a trio and we tried to stay that way in class especially. Lunch was different though-then there were eight of us.

Lucy’s blue eyes looked up at Mr Kelmekis as he asked the class questions regarding drama. She was too caught up in staring into his eyes and trying to attract them to her mouth where her pink pen which had white, fluffy feathers sticking out opposite end to the nib, balanced between her teeth to notice that he was in fact looking to her to answer the given question unanswered by the class. “Lucy? Lucy?” She blinked a few times, removed the pen from between her teeth and held it in her hand, “Yes, Sir.” Lucy spoke with a sweet innocent voice even though we all knew she was anything but. “Define ‘comic relief’.” He answered. She sat still for a few moments and then started mumbling her apologies for not knowing the answer.

“Amber?” He expectantly asked me. Suddenly, everybody turned their heads to my desk at the back of the class. And there it was, the nervous worry of answering incorrectly, but this time, I knew the answer

“‘Comic relief’ is a humorous technique used in films and productions usually after a dramatic or sad scene to make the atmosphere less tense.” Yes, I actually listen in class.

“Correct. In what forms can comic relief be expressed?”

“Perhaps in a characters dialogue, i.e. a joke.”

“Again, correct. Listen up Lucy.”

I could comprehend the attraction that Lucy had to our professor, he was tall and dark haired with perfect features, and olive skin, a sharp jawline covered in dark stubble and was aged between twenty-five and thirty. Mr Kelmekis taught well and was an all-round nice guy but after her horrid stalking frenzy Lucy developed which included searching on almost every social networking site you can name, we found out he had a fiancé. Let’s just say that it didn’t hit Lucy too hard; it just made her work harder to ‘win him over’ as I recall her saying.