The Mave Movie

Act 5: Class Time!

The Monday back was stressful. I had missed so much work and based on the thick packets of work I received from teachers, it would be hard to catch up. It doesn't help that I had trouble concentrating in class anyways. At least I had my first acting class to look forward to. I couldn't wait for the dismissal bell to sound.

Ding donggg

And I was free! I hurried to my locker, miraculously not blocked by a crowd this time, and rushed down stairs. As soon as I was off and riding downtown to class, I could feel the smile blooming on my face. I had already begun forming an introduction for myself so when I'm asked I would screw up.

My name is Mave Morgans. I'm a sophomore at Welbrooke high school. I enjoy movies and want to act in a blockbuster one day.

I was so ready for this.

I chained my bike up to the bike rack and entered the building. Ah. The scent of lavender and citrus wafted into my nostrils. I could get used to being here all the time. I look towards the desk. Sure enough, Elizabeth sits there with her nose in a script book.

"Good afternoon Elizabeth," I say casually, every word practiced in my head beforehand.

Elizabeth looks up and smiles.

"Nice to see you again," she pauses and looks down at a paper. "Mave."

How touching she didn't remember my name. Oh well. She'd learn it soon enough. Not too many people were named Mave. Also, doesn't Mave just sound like a movie star's name? I giggle.

I practically float through the entrance to the practice area. The floor is lined with long glossy brown wood planks. The walls are a simple white with one mirror covering a whole wall. My smile only grows.

I put my backpack on the floor and begin stretching. I'm not sure why, but it seems like a room you'd do stretches in. Plus no one else was there and I had nothing else to do except watch the door in anticipation, which I still did in the corner of my eye.

The first to walk in was a middle aged mother with a blonde perm. I knew her. Her name was Meredith Locke and she was the mother of eight year old twin boys. Those boys were brats, too. Mrs.Locke placed her purse on the ground and began clearing her throat. I was a bit disappointed by the first student. I was expecting kids around my age, not really full grown woman with children. But I pushed that thought out of the way. Lots of movie stars are in her age range. I wouldn't discriminate.

The next to arrive was a young girl I recognized from the middle school part of my school. Her dad opened an ice cream shop towards the end of the downtown strip. I think her name is.... Chansey? She gives me a quick glance over before returning to her cell phone.

My side eye spying continued for the next ten minutes and seven students. Mr.Glanders, the retired gym teacher was next, followed by senior Patty Edwards, Lake Ryans and his sister Ocean Ryans, little Amanda Curtis with her mother Mrs.Curtis, and Macey Jacobs. The last one made me double take. Macey Jacobs? The younger sister of Stacey Jacobs? What a coincidence.

The class began to fill with casual chatter as friends began to group together and ask how everyone's weekend was. I got a few glances. Sadly, when faced with the real test, all of my practiced introduction was wiped from my mind. I continued to be unsocial and sat next to my bag, continuing to stretch out my legs pointlessly.

The chatter stopped as an older man entered the room with a clipboard and a script booklet. Mr.Streisand, the husband of the drama teacher. Their last name reminds me of the actress Barbra Streisand. And I liked quite of few of her movies.

"All right. All right," he said, quieting the class. "I've gotten the scripts and the parts. Come and get them."

The class rushed forward to grab a copy of a pink booklet.

Script?

I copied the rest of them and grabbed a booklet. It was titled "The Unhealthy System". I scanned the book's content. It seems we would act as a young man's organ systems as he proceeds to ingest bad food and refuse to exercise.

"I'm the nervous system," I heard Macey Jacobs say happily. "I have the most lines."

"Well you are the best actress in this class," states Ocean Ryans. "I got the respiratory system. A lung."

I look for the cast list in the front of the book. Macey Jacobs.... Nervous System...Chansey Craig ... Circulatory System... Jim Glanders ... Muscular System... Mave Morgans... Skeletal System...

I was the skeleton? And I have ten lines?

"Umm. Excuse me Mr.Streisand. When is this play? I wasn't informed about this," I asked the grey haired instructor.

"Ah! Ms.Morgans! I forgot to introduce you to the class," he exclaims.

"Oh no I'm fine. Don't worry," I say quickly. All possible introductions had fled from my brain the moment I entered the academy. I was certainly not prepared.

"Don't fret dear. Everyone's very friendly," he says with a wink. "Class. Form a circle. We have a new student."

The class looked up from their books and formed a crooked oval around Mr.Streisand and I. They looked at me with expecting faces. Expecting me to introduce myself. I scrambled for something to say.

"My name is Mave Morgans," I state slowly, searching my brain for something else. "I like movies and want to learn how to act."

I mentally patted myself on the back. It wasn't that bad as an introduction.

"Now, everyone welcome Mave," Mr.Streisand says, waiting for a round of pleasant greetings. "Now let's begin with rehearsals."