I am not a drama queen. I hate being the centre of attention and am happy to go through life with just my good friends and thats that.
When I was a kid I was PAINFULLY shy. (Although as a 2 year old apparently I would sing and dance and be very loud) I would hide behind my mum if people were around that I didnt know, and I was nicknamed Mouse by our family friends because I just wouldnt talk. I struggled to fit in during the first few years of primary school and when I was in Grade 4 my mum had had just about enough! She had one kid (my sister) who wouldnt shut up and dominated everyones attention and another who struggled to say a word. So she sent me off to drama classes at the community centre with a bunch of other loud mouthed kids. I totally did not fit in in that class. My drama teacher would always struggle to get me to participate, and she would have to force me to take on any kind of major role. I was happy to stand in the background. Towards the end of our course, we all had to pair off and learn some lines to do a little scene on the stage for our parents. I was soooo nervous! I did not want to do it, but my mum pushed me to at least try, saying I would be proud of myself if I did it. And so I learnt some very difficult lines – it was a doctor/patient scene. I had to come in and tell the doctor that my stomach hurt, then the doctor asks me what I had eaten that day, and I listed off a bunch of junkfood – so many and so fast that when I finally completed my lines (and got it correct!) that people clapped!
I went onto that stage so petrified I thought I was going to throw up, but I came off pretty damn proud of myself. I had done something I didnt want to do, and did it well. And now it was over!
Mum didnt make me go back to the drama class, but I did come out of my shell a little bit after that.
I was promptly put back INTO my shell during Year 8 drama class. That year was the worst of my life. I had been put in a class with none of my friends, and all of the naughty kids. (Seriously – the school decided to trial a program where all the naughty kids were put in a class with some of the better behaved kids and hope that the influence would rub off. All that happened? The good kids got bullied, there was one day where the classroom was completely destroyed by a food fight and the teacher had 3 years off on stress leave. She came back when we were in Year 11 and refused to talk to anyone from our year level.)
Drama class was my least favourite time of the week. I would be forced to fake scream, act, and dance in this class and I really didnt want to. I didnt have many friends I could stand with and the teacher was very gung ho on drama and couldnt see why others may not enjoy it. Halfway throug the year though, it got worse. A boy had been picking on me and making my life hell all year long and we were put in a group together to work on a mini play. So for a few weeks I put up with his mean taunts and my friend and I tried to just get on with things.
One day however, he was soooo mean to me. Anything I did, he said I did it bad. “Is that seriously how you act?” “Whats wrong with you, why cant you act?” and then, he started picking on my looks! I KNOW I was an ugly kid. I had an unfortunate fringe and horrible teeth - teeth that wouldnt get braces until Year 11 because they were too stubborn to move. “You are soooo ugly” he started saying “What is wrong with your teeth? you need braces” It was then that i CRACKED. I screamed at him then started crying and locked myself in the toilets for a very long time. The teacher was freaked out because I just wouldnt leave and I wouldnt stop crying. My insecure 13 year old mind had had enough. I was sick of the bullying, torments and I was sick of being in that class!
Finally I came out, and he got in a world of trouble. But I never had to participate in class again if I didnt want to, and they kept him away from me for the rest of the year. He was also never in any of my classes again. From then on though, drama was the stupidest subject ever. I couldn’t see how anyone would like to fake pretend!
Years later, I saw that same guy in a nightclub. We said Hi and chatted (he was with a bunch of other guys from my year level). He apologised for what he did to me, that he wasnt trying to be mean to me but that he had liked me and it was the only way to talk to me. I called him an asshole and told him that I accepted his apology, but I certainly wasnt going to forget it! He begged me to, but nope, I said I couldnt forget what was one of the worst experiences of my life. Then, he actually tried to kiss me while we were dancing! I may have been drunk, but sooo not that drunk!
A few days later, he called me, having gotten my number from a mutual friend. He went over the same spiel, then asked me out, saying he was serious about liking me. I said no. I said I was happy that he apologised and could understand he was a different guy now, and that I was glad of it, but I just wasnt interested. And I totally wasnt. I was still very insecure and was dating almost any loser that came along, but I wouldnt even consider going there!
He called a few more times, we went over the same thing again and again, and eventually he went away. Today we are facebook friends and he is married, and into running and all sorts of things I have no interest in, so I think I made the right choice there!