PART I
ANGELA
1
ARTS KID
The blonde girl with two red streaks in her hair hurried toward the side entrance of the school to the curb where parents and friends lined up to pick up students after the last bell. She had a ‘Curious George’ backpack and an armload of books. Waiting for her was her friend Monica in her bright pink VW bug. As she hurried over the curb and opened the passenger door she turned too quickly and one of the notebooks slid off the top of the pile she was carrying and skittered toward the storm drain. Three unsympathetic freshman giggled at this as the binder wedged precariously under the bar leading to the storm drain. Just as the blonde girl got to the binder it tipped over the edge into the drain. With a look of dread on her face she got down on her hands and knees and peered into the opening. Just then the school custodian stopped by in his golf cart. Seeing the distressed look on the girl’s face he asked, “What happened here?”
“It…it went down…down there. My notebook.”
“Well, there’s a ledge right there let me see.” Lying down by the curb he reached his hand down and quickly and deftly picked the notebook up and handed it back to the girl.
“Oh Mr. Uribe, thank you. Thank you sooo much. You just saved my life literally.”
“What’s in there that’s so important?”
“It’s my drama portfolio and senior project.”
With a chuckle he said, “Well don’t toss it in the gutter then. Say, I saw you in the musical. Brought my two little granddaughters. They wore their princess dresses. You did a great job. You have a very pretty voice. Hang on to that now.”
She gave him a big hug and said, “Thank you again. That would have been a major disaster. My whole high school life is in there.” With that she hurried back over to her friend’s car and they headed into the line of after school parents picking up kids and headed off campus.
The blonde girl’s name was Angela, but she mostly went by Angie, and she was pretty much a typical seventeen year old high school girl. At least the outside world would see that. Inside her own head though, she felt anything but typical. Often she felt overwhelmed by mountains of problems, confusion and self doubt. These actually were fairly typical but Angie didn’t know that.
At school there were those who felt she was a little weird, maybe not typical, because of her personal fashion statements. These usually featured black nail polish, bright red or black lipstick, a “pirate” blouse she loved to wear and often a knit cap with a frog’s face on it. On the other hand, many high school students were searching for an identity and using clothing as a statement which was, typical. Some of the other students would also say she was a ‘drama dork’ because she was a theatre kid.
Every typical, major high school has its Arts Department: drama, visual arts, choir, dance, band, technical theatre, film, and ceramics. These classes are usually viewed by administrators as ‘electives’ and not requirements like English, or math. When budgets are tight these classes are usually the first to suffer or be eliminated altogether. They are considered non-essential except for the students that take them. In reality, arts classes integrate a wide variety of subject matter that students learn in other classes: math, science, English, history and social science.
Every Arts Department has its arts kids. By and large arts kids march to the beat of many different drummers. Arts kids see the world through a different filter. They are generally more tolerant of differences and diversity. Arts kids are the future musicians, actors, dancers, singers, painters and stage and film crews. Arts kids are passionate and they work hard. They have long hours of practice and rehearsal often before and after school. Arts kids often don’t actually realize that what they are doing is a school class because they are so committed to their activity.
Angela was an arts kid. Her school world was the drama room and the stage. It was a world of costumes and sets and make-up and make believe. It was where she formed most of her friendships with students who had the same interests. At lunch time Angie could be found in the theatre often working on lines or songs with other arts kids. They were a kind of drama clique. Angie’s friend Monica was the exception. They had been friends since the fifth grade and even though Angie was a drama kid and Monica did soccer and yearbook they remained close friends and Monica was accepted in the drama room by Angie’s drama ‘family’. In essence, this was Angie’s family. She felt more accepted here, she felt, than when she was with her own true family.
Angie had taken drama all four years of high school and even though she was young for her grade she was a leader in the group. Her leadership was basically by example since most of the official leadership positions in the group went to those whose parents were part of the booster group. One thing that set Angie a bit apart as a theatre student was her lack of a diva personality or a big ego. Angie loved every aspect of a production and was happy to be a part of the ensemble. She could be a lead or she could take a small role. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that the show was a success. Angie would help with painting or constructing sets, working on costumes or props, whatever the show needed. She was truly what was known as a ‘theatre rat’. The theatre was a second home to her and she spent as much time as possible hanging out there with the other theatre kids. She loved acting, singing, dancing, wearing costumes and make-up and inhabiting characters whose lives were far different from her own. It was also an escape from the reality of her own life.
Angie had recently put back the red streaks in her blonde hair. She’d had to remove them for the musical ‘Cinderella’ where she originally was cast in the role of one of Cinderella’s wicked stepsisters. Her director was quite definite that, although the stepsisters were wicked they would not have a red streak. She’d made call backs for the lead role, of Cinderella. Angie loved fairy tale shows and musicals so this would have been a dream role for her, however, she was more than happy to be a stepsister and to sing in the show. Angie had a pleasant, strong but not overpowering voice. With training, her teacher told her, it could lead to big things after she left high school.
There were two people in the world who accepted Angela just as she was. Her ‘Nana,' her grandmother, (her mother’s mom) and her best friend Monica. There would have been three if you added her father to the list but he had been killed in a collision with a drunk driver when Angela was ten.
On this day she was not wearing her ‘pirate’ blouse but tights with high top white tennis shoes with orange laces, a short gray skirt, a white camisole top over which she wore an unseasonably light sweater. She was getting a ride home with Monica who was going to stay awhile and ‘study’ with Angie at her house.
Angie didn’t drive yet. She had her license but cars made her wary and she was afraid of getting in an accident. She was saving for her own car. If she dented her mom’s or step dad’s car…she really didn’t want to think about those consequences.
The two friends went into Angie’s kitchen and threw their back packs onto two chairs. They had spent many hours at the old round wooden table or in Angie’s sanctuary her bedroom. They took out their books and spread them on the table but social conversation was the first order of business. Monica, who was on the yearbook staff, was working on Senior class biographies . She pulled out a spiral notebook she’d been using to jot down ideas and rough drafts.
“Sooo. Here it is. Try this for your entry in the yearbook. No, don’t like give me the ‘eye roll’. You’re in my section and I have to get this done like yesterday. So, again, Angela Jane Atkinson. Involved in Spanish club, Key club, and voted by her classmates “Most Dramatic”. Look for Angie in ten years and you’ll find her either acting, dancing or directing on Broadway NYC. Also, she totally saved this year’s musical by stepping in and playing Cinderella at the last minute, with less than a day’s notice, when the other actress playing Cinderella got sick and couldn’t go on.”
Angie laughed at this. Monica frowned at this reaction. She had been very impressed by this event. Angie didn’t see what all the fuss was about. “Monica you can’t put all that in the little picture space in the yearbook.”
“Well, no, but that was a pretty huge thing to be able to do. To just switch from a step-sister to Cinderella and know all her music and stuff.”
“I’d been singing those songs since I was about eight and I’m part of the...