The Yellow Boat

This Wednesday and Thursday, my grade is putting on a play. It was mandatory. Now, I like to act. Unfortunately, I'm an OK singer at best. Fortunately, the play we are doing is not a musical. For some unknown reason, my drama teacher decided to cast me as a lead role. The story is about a young boy in the 1980's with Hemophilia who gets AIDS. In the 80's, the medical care wasn't as good as it is now. In the end of the play, Benjamin (the child) dies. Every time we do this scene, I either cry, or feel my eyes burning. I am an emotional person.
In the play, I am the mother of Benjamin. I don't really know how I managed to tie down this role. All I know is that I am quite pleased by it. Quite pleased indeed. Our play is split into four sections, and there is a different mother, father, and Benjamin in each of them. Luckily, I am not the mother in the section that Benjamin dies, because I don't think I would be able to act very well if I were also trying to keep myself from crying. I blubber like a baby (and yes, I just said that).
Hopefully, it will go better than it has been in our rehearsals. Let's just say we have a lot left to do, and only two rehearsals left. YIKES! I hadn't realized it was this soon. I'm not trying to sound superior, but I think that my section is the most put together. We all have our lines memorized, unlike some of the other sections. Hopefully I won't choke onstage and ruin the whole play. That would not be good.
If you were wondering, The Yellow Boat is the name of the play. I'm not entirely sure why it's called that. It's something about a song someone sings in the play, I think. I'm just glad I'm not the one who has to sing that song.
Just a funny backstory: When I was little (second grade), I thought I was a really good singer, like every other little girl. But really, I was just tone deaf, and I thought I sounded good. Oh Isabel, you're so funny. Marry me?
I have no idea where that marry me? thing came from, but I refuse to delete it. So there.
~Isabel