Chapter 3 Break a Leg
Chapter 3 Break a Leg Chapter 3 Break a Leg The following week, everybody seems to be coming down with the flu, which is how I get conned again. "Casey," Mr. Leshko says, "Amanda's sick, so could you fill in for her at rehearsal today?" "But she plays the sheriff," I squeak, "and I can't act." He asks if I've ever tried, and I have to admit I haven't - but acting isn't my thing. Mr. Leshko just gives me an exasperated look. I have one last chance of escape, and it's a good one: "My ankle,
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Chapter 3 Break a Leg
Chapter 3 Break a Leg
The following week, everybody seems to be coming down with the flu, which is how I get conned again.
"Casey," Mr. Leshko says, "Amanda's sick, so could you fill in for her at rehearsal today?"
"But she plays the sheriff," I squeak, "and I can't act."
He asks if I've ever tried, and I have to admit I haven't - but acting isn't my thing.Mr. Leshko just gives me an exasperated look.
I have one last chance of escape, and it's a good one: "My ankle," I say, dangling it limply between us.
"No problem. I'll get you a chair, and you can pretend you're on horseback."Then he's gone, just like that.
So I play the sheriff, and because I've been the prompter, I know the lines. I even do a pretty good job.
Mr. Leshko notices. After rehearsal, he walks over. "Good work, Casey. Did you enjoy yourself?"
And I have to confess, it was okay.
Dad picks me up and drives me home past the running track.Feelings of frustration and disappointment overwhelm me.The team will begin training for the 1500 meters soon - my best event.Last year, I came in second, while this year, I'll come in nowhere.
Dad senses my gloomy thoughts, and lowering the volume on the radio, he asks when the play opens.
"In three weeks, but lots of the actors are still messing up their lines, so it could be a disaster."
"I don't know; a lot can happen in three weeks. And why are you being so negative, anyway?"
"Because I'm not into acting. What's the point?"
Dad is on to me immediately. "You mean what's the point when there are no winners or losers?"
"Well, at least when I train, I get results. The kids who are trying to act are still making mistakes."
"Maybe they're simply having fun," Dad suggests. "Life is not all about winning prizes, you know."
"Huh!" I mutter - as if having fun is any consolation for missing out on competing in the track-and-field meet.
