or when you blank on 1 of 4 lines.
"chuck it, ma'am! just chuck it!" the actor at the adjacent table shouted at me after interrupting my line (intentionally). his low voice resounded through he auditorium as he played the sad drunk.
and i opened my mouth to deliver my penultimate line.
and i froze.
and i pondered.
it felt like an eternity before i got the words out and rushed offstage so i could panic about how i forgot my line.
the last rehearsal before the performance.
god, oh god.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
