Personal Narrative: The Mary Louis Academy

As the royal blue drape fell swiftly to the floor, I felt a chill slither down my spine. This is it, I thought to myself. My world had just been sliced down the middle with the sharpest knife in existence; a curtain. As a fresh member of The Mary Louis Academy, I was new to this lifestyle. Theatre had never been an activity that I believed would find its way into my hectic schedule, but, evidently, it did. And I loved every piece of it. The stage twisted with a great subtleness, and I found myself in the dark, watching intently as the yellow lights slowly lit up the spaces in between. I was not cheered for, nor was I praised, but I was imperative to the