It was the day of the results. Eagerly looking , I try to not get my hopes up. Vividly screaming at me, I recognise my name. I had got in.
Practising every day got really tiring, but I kept on going. My nerves knocked my confidence as the dress rehearsal became near. Tickets were already on sale.
My bed was waiting for me. My lines were a blur inside my mind. I fortunately remembered all my lines and cues. The production was nearly over, just the last song to finish up.
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