My Life is a High School Musical: How the Arts Impacted My Teen Years
Every night after dinner, I used to hold my napkin over my head and say in a sing-song voice, “Hope you enjoyed our sho-o-ow!” With a dramatic flick of my fingers, I would release the napkin over my face, and that was the final curtain on our meal. Family dinners were one big stage production, at least for me. As the youngest of four, I had to do something to get everyone’s attention.
Growing up, I took dance and choir classes. I loved the idea of singing and dancing just like the people did in all those wonderful musicals I watched or listened to. Being the center of attention never seemed to bother them. But when it was me in front of people who weren’t my family at the dinner table, I wanted to run and hide behind a napkin.
It wasn’t until high school when I found my niche in the arts. A group of friends and I entered ourselves into the variety show to perform a play that I co-wrote. I don’t remember what the play was called, but it was about a dating show gone horribly wrong. I played the part of a crazy lady who has a strange fascination with picnic blankets. Umm, yeah. But I wasn’t too nervous about performing on stage because I wasn’t playing myself. Okay, maybe that’s debatable, but still.
Anyway, we received a standing ovation for our play, and I was completely hooked. Both the writing and playing the part of other people fascinated me, and my imagination took off. I became other people in my stories, but they became the center of attention, not me. As an author, I get to hide behind my computer screen instead of a napkin!
At the end of the next book I write, instead of typing THE END, I’m going to type HOPE YOU ENJOYED OUR SHO-O-OW! The book will come with a free napkin, or better yet—a picnic blanket!
How about you? Are you an in front of the napkin kind of person? Or do you like to hide behind it with me?
Lindsey R. Loucks works as a school librarian in rural Kansas. When she's not discussing books with anyone who will listen, she's dreaming up her own stories. Eventually her brain gives out, and she'll play hide and seek with her cat, put herself in a chocolate induced coma, or watch scary movies alone in the dark to reenergize.
She's been with her significant other for almost two decades.
To find out more, visit: http://www.lindseyrloucks.com
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