"Jim Crowell Junior. I got JIM CROWELL JUNIOR." My brother slams his script down on the table and stares at it with disbelief.
"Shut up, you big baby. You're lucky you got a part, anyway," I snap.
"Jenn, you got Emily! EMILY, for god's sake! She's the lead character!"
"I said shut up, James. Jim Crowell Junior is a good part."
"IT IS NOT! The fact that I practiced for this part for..."
Okay, here's where I completely ignore that whiny brother of mine look at my script. It says in big bold letters on the top:
Jennifer Johnson/ Emily.
We're doing the play Our Town by Thornton Wilder. It's a good play, to, it gets REALLY juicy. Emotions and stuff. I would honestly prefer this over class monologues.
Anyway, me and my brother, James, LOVE theater. James never likes having a short part, though, he'll have a hissy fit, as you just heard.
"Jenn? Hello-o-o?"
"Huh? Whut?"
James is staring at me like I have three heads. I guess that's what I get for zonking out.
"I asked you if you were going to practice lines with me," he said.
"Ew, heck no," I say. "You're to dramatic. Three seconds in you stand up and start prancing around like Ariel the Fairy."
(Reference to The Tempest, by the way. Ever read The Wednesday Wars by Gary Shmitd?)
"I do NOT!" He shouted. Then we get in some heated argument about what we do and don't do when we practice our lines.
Siblings. Gotta love 'em.
After a heated argument on the fact that James likes to put his hand on his chest during comedies, I retreat to my room.
This is gonna be gooooood.
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Our Eyes
ParanormalJennifer is selected to play a part in a play called Our Town due to her amazing acting ability. As she goes onto the stage, however, she realizes she has a special ability to see more than just props and stage lights. Please, enjoy! Read more to fi...
