She was just about ready to cross over into womanhood… Well, OK… She had been “Doing It” with her boyfriend for a couple of months now. It was seriously passionate. Shit! Why did they have to cast her as the lead in this damn play? All she wanted to do was get busy with her new found toy – her boyfriend’s prick!
Her boyfriend was such a sweetie. He longed to just sit and wait for her during rehearsals, but the director, accessing the situation, refused to allow him on set. There was a lot of pressure on her to perform well, but she just couldn’t concentrate.
She had played a tree, a dragon, and worked the spotlight on other productions. She thought it was lame. She made a pretty picture, that’s all – and they thought it was her turn for a part. She was required to play an ingenue. God! She hated that! She wanted to play a vamp or a villain. But the team of director/producer/composer saw something in her at that moment that made her a shoe-in. It was like the part was written for her.
They forced her to sing in her head voice – falsetto- and this terrified her. She hadn’t learned to meld the two voices living within her yet. She had a great belting voice, loud and clear; but her head voice could be thin and breathy. It would be another ten years of working on it to get that into submission.
Still, she clamoured to be free. There was something in the air. She was meant to be there in it and it wasn’t playing a naive blond virgin. She wanted to belt it out! She wanted to strut it! Bump it! She wanted to scream, dance, screw, cuss, drink, smoke, and go wild!
She wanted to protest with the rest of the youth across America. She hated the lies, the double standards, and most of all the hypocrisy. But here she was stuck in the Armpit of the World, tied down with so many lashes, psychological games, and social conventions that she couldn’t even enjoy the gifts she had been given.
