Finding Emmie.

Wicked.

I saw my first play when I was four.

 

My parents took me.

 

I saw Wicked.

 

I liked it.

 

No, scratch that.

 

I loved it.

 

I became obsessed.

 

The acting.

 

The singing.

 

I began taking classes.

 

My family watched to many plays I couldn't keep them all straight.

 

I started recording all of them.

 

"My play journal."

 

Right, now in senior year, It's over Three Hundred Plays. 

 

I have seen Wicked twenty-three times. 

 

Back to the point.

 

After my first play I began acting classes.

 

The teacher's noticed I had a knack for it.

 

I was talented.

 

My voice was amazing, they said.

 

I should do plays they said.

 

Before the papers

 

Before The voices

 

Before Flora

 

Before Second Place

 

Before that I did plays.

 

I did many.

 

I was the lead every time.

 

Every time!  

 

I was my parents shining star.

 

I did so many.

 

I did professional too.

 

I did one Broadway. 

 

It was just a small part.

 

But after the divorce, I shut down my talent.

 

I shut down my love.

 

I closed my theater.

 

I never acted again.

 

But things have changed.

 

A lot.

 

It's my senior year.

 

Big things happen in this year to tons of people.

 

I want to be one of them.

 

So enough with the quiet, shy, secluded Emmie.

 

Bring on the boy snogging, wild, crazy, popular, party girl Emmie.

 

So my story started.

 

Emmie's story.

 

That's what I'll call it.

 

No I won't.

 

I don't know who I am.

 

I am not definable yet.

 

I still am not sure of my place.

 

So I will call it "Finding Emmie."

 

Finding Emmie.

 

Because I am finding out who I am.

 

I like it.

 

Finding Emmie, starring Emmie. 

 

That's me!

 

Scene one!

 

Action!