The Artist did not trudge off to school, dragging her backpack behind her. She almost skipped; on her shoulder a small bag with her water, a lunch bag and a bag with her Siddur and extra clothes. Costumes.
She and several of her friends are going to put on a play.
And she is excited about it. Happy. A bit nervous but looking forward toward the play and putting it on. Happy to race off to rehersals at night, despite her usual reservations about going almost anywhere; she is very shy and usually prefers a book to a game with friends.
But, as I long suspected, this shy child hides an extrovert; as long as that extrovert is really not her. Because what is acting but putting on a mask and letting everyone know that is exactly what one has done? Hidden and exposed at the same time.
She is nervous about her upcoming preformance; but a happy nervousness; she wants to do well, but she I can hear the happiness underscoring the worry.
She is coming out of her shell, and donning a mask; but she is out there.
Posted by Rachel Ann at October 17, 2004 07:45 AM"This shy child hides an extrovert; as long as that extrovert is really not her."
What a great line, insightful and thought provoking. I love it.
I hope she does awesome in the play.
Posted by: Dawn at October 17, 2004 08:04 PM