So I was flipping through my drama journal and I was so surprised at what I found. Drama journal as in a journal we had to make for drama class. I don't know about anybody else but I didn't use my journal for drama classes, they were mainly just me being a cringy 12 year old. Seriously? You were just twelve. You're behaving as if you wrote it when you were six and now you're 85 on your death bed frowning on what an annoying kid you used to be. True, but.... Give me a moment; I'll come back to you on that...
Anyway, me, being the ELF I am, decided to post something I had written. This was during prize giving ceremony rehearsal so the original presenter, Alex, I'm talking about is the person presenting me with the flimsy piece of parchment paper. Feel the cringe. I was writing with a pencil so...
Bro, this is the closest I could come to finding something close to blue. I know it's like a pencil but if I had written with black ink, I would have died. So anyway I figured since people have speech anxiety (like glossophobia – the fear of speaking in front of large crowds) and stuff like that, what if the presenter, let's call it Alex since its unisex, farts and it catches the mike? What if Alex does it on my name? Do I laugh? Do I disregard it? What if, Alex calls me DAYNIELLE? Do I, am I supposed to be like "Punk-butt-punk! You stupid flip flop! It's DANIELLE. DAH-KNEE-EL!" or do I just be like "It's Danielle." I, do just smile and pretend as if it was Daynielle. Like, at transition ceremony when the guy looked straight into my eyes. He stared into the depths of my soul. He saw the back of my head the way he was staring so hard. He stared, put the mike to his mouth and said "Daynielle." What. Not what with a question mark, more like that what with that... period. And I couldn't stare into his soul because, come on, I'm not Maka ok? I'm not Stein, I can't sense souls. That Black Star does a better job. Screw it, Blair does a better job, and Blair's a cat. Okay? So I just looked into my guy's face and I was like "It's Danielle. Danielle Smart" and you know what the guy did? He stared at my soul, my tiny, lifeless, unrealistic soul and he said "Daynielle." So I repeated myself and he was like "Oh sorry. Daynielle Smart." And I was like screw it. But my guy had the nerve to laugh. So while I was walking I saw it. I saw it. This guy heard me. He heard my feeble, fragile (redundant, I know, but it's for emphasis), deep, masculine (probably deeper than his) saying clearly cause I made sure I was enunciating, "It's Danielle." And I was like this guy---
