The Lies Behind The Mask

Prolouge

Lies are easy. Words are able to be easily contorted, defaced, or belittled into nothingness. Lies may be easy, but pulling them off is harder. There are give aways-- a twitch of the eye, a hitch in your voice, or the smallest hand movement. Lies are easy, just as long as you can act with them.

Lucky for me, I had been acting my whole life.

For as long as I could remember, my mother had been a theatre junkie. She was a drama teacher, and I was an accident with one of her best graduated actors. I had inherited his talent, and my mother's looks. The dark brown glossy hair, hazel eyes that everyone and anyone who had caught my eye, even for a second, said had 'depth'.

I had always been quiet, unless I was onstage. The one in the back of the class, not saying much but so many thoughts going through their head, that was me. I had been the 'loner' in most of my classes, unless another person from drama was in there as well. Even then, I still was quiet.

No one really knew who I was, since acting allowed you to be anyone but yourself. I could be the peppy-ist girl on the planet, or a gold medal winner, anyone. At the same time, I could not create myself in a new version any time I wanted to; unlike what most people thought about actors.

No one knew me, because just like my unknown father, I had developed a habit for secrets from others. Including my own mother.

Then again, my mother was not really one to trust. The secrets is what had drawn her to my father, since she was unable to understand how someone could be quiet and conservative, espically if they were an actor, who had to use emotions. Emotions were not supposed to be kept a secret, yet I had learned quickly around my mother, away from the stage, you had to.

Luckily, I was away from her for most of the year, so she really never knew anything about me. I had been going to The Academy for Arts and Skills for six years, and now I was a senior. My last year for this school, meant that big time agents were going to come out, seeking new stars. Everyone knew I was going somewhere big, whether they knew me or just my name.

 Senior year, my senior year, just had to be the year the Headmistress Stockwright decided to combine with a all guys school, which was identical to ours. Which meant male actors. Which meant two things.

1. There was going to be extra drama in the drama department

2. It would be a co-ed theatre production, which meant me and some other guy would have the leads.

 I did not know what to think of it. Luckily, our production was in the spring, and everyone was too busy freaking out about the Winter concert. I didn't really care much about, but I knew that there was drama in the dance department.

Which again, was not important to me, only things that happened in my theatre group. All I knew and cared about that this year, there was going to be more drama than what we acted out on stage.

There were other seniors like me, that did not want the guys. They had either been going there as long as I, or just a little bit less. That was one of the reason the school was paid so much money by so many parents-- they knew there was not going to be much drama, and they would not have to worry about their daughters getting into trouble as much.

At least, they thought that their daughters would not get into trouble.

There was and always would be drama at this school. Solos, leads, projects being sent to galleries. There was drama. Not the kind that the parents worried about though. If their daughter was not getting caught by the cops at 2:30 A.M., they didn't care.

This bothered me because parents acted as if it was a simple private school that they could send their children. It wasn't. It was so much more to the students, it was somewhere where they could be themselves, not have to worry about what anyone thought because we were all here for the same reason.

Because we had talents.

Talents that could not be denied that they weren't special.

 I wanted my last year to go quickly and easily and be able to go on like I had been able to every single year before. That wasn't going to happen though because interventions happen at the worse or best times, and in all different forms.

My intervention came in the form of an actor named Ryley.

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Mmkay, I finally got the cover (thanks Ally) for this story. So I now have to post it. This is the prologue and it really isn't that great (I know that's true, don't lie) but I promise, it gets better. At least, I hope it will.

I think I'm just going to update this one once a week, not a specific date, basically whenever I have the next chapter ready to be uploaded. So you guys get and update today then sometime next week. Then the weeks after that. And after that. And after that. At least until the book is over.

I should probably tell you guys, I have no idea when I will finally post the last chapter of The Problems With Musicians. Yes, last chapter. I started to hate that story, because I stretched it out too much. This one won't be as bad, I swear. I'll probably never post it, knowing me. I just haven't been writing much lately.

Since I'm not going to update anything else by then I'm guessing, my birthday is this Sunday! Yep. And what am I doing? Being forced to watch Star Wars. Thanks Cameron and Jim -.-

Mkay, here you go. I'm ending this now.

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