“Hi, my name is Ella Witt and I’ll be singing Fly Into the Future from Vanities and performing Rose from Street Scene”. I stood and felt the weight of the stuffy theatre faculty’s eyes on every inch of my body. The song I’d been practicing for the past year sat frozen in my throat. Continue reading
Tissues and tears are vivid flashbacks I have of that day. My shaky hands tearing apart tissues as I questioned my own experience’s validity, the lump in my throat closing in on any possibility of words spilling out of my mouth. I fought against every muscle in my body tensing, telling me I shouldn’t do it.
In my first year of middle school, my Language Arts teacher told me that I needed to stop reading in her class. Being in a Language Arts class, you could see why I became so frustrated. Continue reading