Lexie has always been an understudy- but how will she change that?
Theater Club... Opportunity!?!
Lexie Summers had been an understudy her whole life. Her twin brother was born first, and cried for two days straight while Lexie barely peeped a sound. Her Puppy Jax had bit her and growled while he adored her brother and the family fish.
“Mom! I’m going to have to choose an after-school activity... What could it be?” Lexie’s mom quickly set down her spoon and walked hurridely over to the dining room table.
“Well, Acting’s a good one. Your brother loves acting, I’m sure you would have a fun time with that. Just follow him after school, okay!” She quickly walked back over to the pot of steaming soup. “Ly! Come taste this, is it good?” Lexie watched as her brother came in the room and carelesly took a spoonful of it.
“It’s great mom.”
“I was literally standing right here!” Lexie said. “Does nobody ever see me!” She glared at her mom.
“Maybe some makeup,” Said Ly. “That’s what all the boys like; they notice you more.”
“Does it seriously matter what I look like! You people are insane,” Lexie aggressively smoothed her math paper and tried to ignore the conversation going on beside her.
“C’mon, just do the class with me!” Ly said, squeezing into the seat beside her. “You can be in the play!”
“Of course I’ll be in the play- they always choose me as an understudy.” Lexie slumped down. “It just makes me feel like they all like you better.”
“Well, sometimes I am better than you,” Ly said, completely, honest-to-goodness seriously.
“Oh my- You know what, nevermind.” She took her paper and pencil to her fathers office, where he was in the room; accompanied by a stack of books, three pairs of prescription glasses, and a dark roast espresso coffee. “Hi dad,” She said.
“Hey little star,” Her said; his hand swept to her ear and he pulled a quarter out. “What’s the matter?”
Lexie eagerly reached out an grabbed the quarter. Yes! #21 on my state quarters collection!
“Oh, yeah. Don’t even bother to call me a star,” She murmered, reaching for the coffee. “Understudy is fine.”
“First of all, understudy’s are what make the play the play when the star is in need of help, and second of all, that coffee is going to make you-“
“Ew! Dad, gosh, how do you drink that stuff!” Lexie puckered her lips and swallowed hard to rid her mouth of the foul, bitter taste.
“Hey, a writers got to stay awake how he’s got to stay awake, you know?” He took a long sip of the wretched coffee, and set it back down.
“That’s the thing dad,” Lexie started.
“What, you mean staying awake? I’ve got to, midnight’s when all of my imagination pours out.”
“No dad, the understudy. I want to be head of the group, I want to be the one that everyone claps for at the end of a show. An understudy can’t just come out and be like, ‘hey, clap for me because I did nothing.’” She wiped an oncoming tear onto her hand.
“Well, sometimes the understudy can be important. Why are we talking about this? When’d you get into acting? Isn’t that Ly’s thing?”
“Of course it’s Ly’s thing! Everything’s Ly’s thing! Don’t even ask me, I wouldn’t know half of them; which I should because mom forces me into doing whatever he does,” Lexie said as her mothers voice announced the oncoming meal. “I’d never do any of it if I got the chance to, but if Ly does it...”
“I’ll talk to them at dinner, my little Star,“ He said to Lexie. “Don’t you worry- even if you have to do acting, it won’t be as bad as you think.” She followed her dad reluctantly out of his office, and their small brigade slumped into the dining room. Well, Lexie slumped. Her dad marched.
“Melissa,” Lexie’s dad said as they sat down at the table. “Lexie said that-“
“I don’t want to go to acting club!” Lexie cried out.
“It’s already settled though! Ly filled out the form- for both of you. You’ll start on Monday. I thought we were doing you a favor! They said that you’d definitely score a part in the play!”
“Yeah, I’m sure I will. I’m going to be the understudy, just like every time. Theater is like my life, in a compressed version.” Her parents looked embarrased. Ly looked like the chicken soup was his last meal hed ever devour.
“Honey, it’ll get better. You just wait and see.”
“You always say that!” Lexie said. Her face was turning red. “Now do you know why I say you lie!”
Her mom looked confused. “What do you mean?”
“It never gets better. I just want to do what I love...” Lexie took a deep breath. “And that’s being a poet.”
“And I think that’s a great dream.” Her dad said. “So, what do we think? Should we let her do writing class?”
“You can only do one class at a time. I signed you up, so it’s already been settled. Dont’ worry, you can just talk to the teacher if you don’t like it,” Ly said.
“Okay. I will. And I’ll get out of that theater club. Watch me.”
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