"Go."
The freshman onstage starts her monologue. It's one from A midsummer night's dream.
"O, I am out of breath in this fond chase!
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies;
For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears:
If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.
No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;
For beasts that meet me run away for fear:
Therefore no marvel though Demetrius
Do, as a monster fly my presence thus.
What wicked and dissembling glass of mine
Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne?
But who is here? Lysander! on the ground!
Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound.
Lysander if you live, good sir, awake."
We all clap for her.
"That was good. She might get Mrs. Gibbs," John remarked.
"She was good, wan't she?" I say. "If I hadn't grabbed it first, then, there goes Emily."
Abby gasped. "You got Emily?!"
I smile. "Maaaaaybe..."
We squeal.
Cameron rolls his eyes. "You two are so weird."
"We know," Abby and I say in unison.
(HEY GUYS! Still working on this page. I haven't worked on this in a time. Please pardon my dust, something big is coming. ~The Musomaniac)
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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...
