Personal Narrative: High School Musical
I will never be able to watch High School Musical again. Not that I was an avid devotee of High School Musical before, in fact, I had only seen High School Musical once before I was cast in Danville Area High School's version of “High School Musical On Stage!.” Being five years old when High School Musical aired on Disney Channel, I was a natural-born Gabriella Montez on the playgrounds of my elementary school. Of course, I was Gabriella because I best fit the physical description in our small class, but that was beside the point, I was the Gabriella Montez. As the playground games eventually transitioned to the next top TV show, High School Musical was forgotten, pushed out of my brain by times tables and cursive. But, in my freshman year, High School Musical staged a reprise.
To be completely honest, we couldn’t have been better cast. Him. an …show more content…
athletic, conventionally good-looking boy, and me; bookish, another face in the crowd to the high school body. Together, on stage, our harmonies and blocking flowed perfectly, always in sync, always on par. But off stage, the tundra was more fruitful than our relationship. We had no connections, no conversations, no common experiences. Neither one of us had experienced a professional relationship before, and the result couldn’t have made that fact more painfully obvious. We stumbled through basic interactions, exchanged glances across the room, and grimaced when anyone mentioned the final scene. Even with all the time we had together, our conversations were held to a 650-word limit.
We suffered through silent blocking and rehearsals were the only time we would talk was within our characters, with carefully scripted lines.
He represented my biggest insecurity, that I would be unable to form a relationship with the people I will work with in the future. The silence between us was the incarnation of a very real void I worried would be present in my life. I began to force myself out of my comfort zone daily to make small talk with people who I will spend the next three years of my life with, in an effort to practice socializing. But the coldness my co-star radiated at me was WORDS.
My sense of growing up is not manipulated by the times I sat passively and let my fears/insecurities run by me. My road to adulthood was crafted by the conversations that I tried to ignite between the two of us. But most importantly, my maturation was not commenced by my success. My failure to form a professional relationship rusted my golden trophy that I expected to raise, hand in hand with my counterpart, at the last show. This failure harmed my experience, but will serve as a cautionary tale for the rest of my
life.
I don’t plan on singing a duet or dancing the tango with the people I will work with in the future, but I promise myself that, through this learning experience, that I will not let a situation spiral out of my grasps. My transition from childhood to adulthood emerged out of two months of silence. Sure Humphrey Bogart will always have Paris, but I will always have the memories and lessons I learned from “High School Musical On Stage!.” And on opening night, as we stepped into our second skin and became Gabriella Montez and Troy Bolton, we quietly whispered “Good job,” to each other after the lights faded. Even looking back at the WORD, I smiled as the overture for our first duet began. This truly was “The Start Of Something New.”
To be completely honest, we couldn’t have been better cast. Him. an …show more content…
athletic, conventionally good-looking boy, and me; bookish, another face in the crowd to the high school body. Together, on stage, our harmonies and blocking flowed perfectly, always in sync, always on par. But off stage, the tundra was more fruitful than our relationship. We had no connections, no conversations, no common experiences. Neither one of us had experienced a professional relationship before, and the result couldn’t have made that fact more painfully obvious. We stumbled through basic interactions, exchanged glances across the room, and grimaced when anyone mentioned the final scene. Even with all the time we had together, our conversations were held to a 650-word limit.
We suffered through silent blocking and rehearsals were the only time we would talk was within our characters, with carefully scripted lines.
He represented my biggest insecurity, that I would be unable to form a relationship with the people I will work with in the future. The silence between us was the incarnation of a very real void I worried would be present in my life. I began to force myself out of my comfort zone daily to make small talk with people who I will spend the next three years of my life with, in an effort to practice socializing. But the coldness my co-star radiated at me was WORDS.
My sense of growing up is not manipulated by the times I sat passively and let my fears/insecurities run by me. My road to adulthood was crafted by the conversations that I tried to ignite between the two of us. But most importantly, my maturation was not commenced by my success. My failure to form a professional relationship rusted my golden trophy that I expected to raise, hand in hand with my counterpart, at the last show. This failure harmed my experience, but will serve as a cautionary tale for the rest of my
life.
I don’t plan on singing a duet or dancing the tango with the people I will work with in the future, but I promise myself that, through this learning experience, that I will not let a situation spiral out of my grasps. My transition from childhood to adulthood emerged out of two months of silence. Sure Humphrey Bogart will always have Paris, but I will always have the memories and lessons I learned from “High School Musical On Stage!.” And on opening night, as we stepped into our second skin and became Gabriella Montez and Troy Bolton, we quietly whispered “Good job,” to each other after the lights faded. Even looking back at the WORD, I smiled as the overture for our first duet began. This truly was “The Start Of Something New.”