Intermission - STARCHELA'S LAST WORDS AS A COMMON GIRL
I feel like everything until now has been a prologue. A setup, a positioning of the players. If I had a structure this strong for my play, Miss Elizondo at UCLA would not be insisting on revisions, new drafts, God knows how much additional work.
Now I seem to be stepping onto the stage. So far, I've been preparing for my role. Mouthing off lines backstage, listening to the crowd filling the theatre, shooting glances through briefly parting curtains. Getting to know my fellow actors.
Back in my little hometown back east, putting on stage my first efforts at writing, I've had similar feelings. Just before the show, blood pressure crawling up – or at least that's what I thought the zero gravity in my stomach was – right before curtain call. The hush of the crowd out there just before we step out into the stage lights. The total forgetting of the lines just when your fellow actor speaks your cue.
I wrote plays so I could act in them. Or so I thought. In time I found out that the actual writing of the stuff exalted me more than the obligatory appreciation of my friends in the audience. Writing in itself was its own reward. And if there were takers... more power to me.
I am about to step into a new role. One that I'm not writing the script for. The role of a princess. The heiress to the Queen of Bel Air. A role many girls dream of. I've imagined it quite different than the truth turns out to be. Wish me luck. Say, "Break a leg."
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Starchela in LA
RomanceStarchela came to LA to conquer Hollywood. She's a total fraud and total fun, just like this town. Romance and mystery will not get in her way - well, they will, but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?
