"Next scene!" called Mr. Pigeon. My leadership class was hanging out in the auditorium while our teacher Mrs. Bates sets up for her Beta club set and the theater 1,2, and 3 class came in to rehearse their play for Friday. I was sitting with my friends and a girl that I'm sort of talking to. Basically this play is about how to succeed in high school without trying and they cover the different subjects and show funny short cuts, they are actually ridiculous but it's funny.
I actually have a huge crush, that no one knows about on one of the girls in theater class.
"Math. The math scene is up." Mr. Pigeon called again. She stood and took a box out of her back pocket and then disappeared behind the curtain. The two people on stage walked off then 3 people came out, two of which I didn't know the 3rd one, I liked very much.
"Celeste-y." said Pigeon, her attention was taken from fiddling with her mic to the drama teacher. "Come forward more." she looked around and took a few steps. She was small and shy and was always listening to her music so talking to her was hard. She only talked to the group of friends she had and normally looked happy. Sometimes I see her in the hallway and she doesn't look happy.
Celeste looked very uncomfortable on the stage. She was pulling at the sleeves of her sweatshirt and wouldn't stop moving.
"Mic check Celeste."
"Check." I herd quietly. "Check." that one came over the speakers. Her voice was a soft as silk and was at the perfect range, not annoyingly high or manly-ly low.
"And begin." Pigeon directed. Celeste pulled down her sunglasses, just like the two other people talking on stage. I guess they were agents of some kind. She wasn't moving anymore and even stood up completely straight, she looked like a whole different person.
Her first few lines were executed perfectly, then she fumbled and fumbled again. She looked to my class and then fumbled again. She tried to laugh it off but she didn't fool me.
The rest of the scene was smooth, the rest of the people in her group messed up their lines.
Celeste looked to her teacher in the booth and muttered "I love my group." Everyone laughed and she looked around, her face turned bright red. She looked down at her feet and began to sway. Through the rest of the performance, Celeste couldn't keep still. She kept fidgeting, then finally her scene was over. She asked her teacher through her microphone if she could use the restroom. She quickly got off stage and nearly sprinted out of the auditorium. I got up, granted I've never talked to Celeste on a level like this, but I needed to do something. I needed to help her.
"Kale, go ahead." My teacher said to me. I didn't hear what was said after that but I was not worried. I ran through the auditorium, through both pairs of doors. The hallway was abandon and silent.
"Celeste?" I called. I herd her gasp. "Celeste, it's Kale. Can I see you?" I was talking to an empty hallway. I was looking around then I saw her. She was small and hiding behind her sweatshirt. Her green eyes were puffy and her cheeks stained with tears. I looked to her, right into her eyes.
"Celeste." I whispered as I walked toward her. She stood in the middle of the threeway halls. I got close to her then pulled her into a hug. She was reluctant at first then sank into the hug. Her head laid right on my chest and I rested my head on top of hers.
She shifted and put her arms around me.
"It's going to be okay, Celeste."
