Going strong since: August 9th, 2011William Shakespeare School of the Arts is a private boarding school located in Manhattan, New York. The academy is known worldwide for its excellent programs for aspiring artists. One of the main things that keeps the school filled with students and portfolios sent from every which way is the fierce competition held at the end of each school year between graduating seniors. Only one comes out as the victor and wins the deal of a lifetime: a contract, record deal, or perhaps a grant. Desperate times often call for desperate measures, but how far is too far when it comes to getting competition out of the way?
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Ayla waited outside the judge’s room, she was dressed in a formal white dress, fresh heels and professional looking make up. Her hair half up with wavy wisps that framed her cheek bones and Alex’s necklace around her neck for good luck, this last performance had to be done right. She was really looking forward to this all year. It was the one chance to show off some of her talent, to bring forth something that was part of her. It was weird how much her life had changed in the past year she was here at WSSA. Ayla knew that she was being pitied by the staff and faculty letting her still go out for the prize even though she finished up school through the mail. To her though, this was her shot and Alex would have wanted her to do this. Closing her eyes she bit down on her lower lip, thinking back on how this year had been. She remembered the first time Alex really saw her and how it felt to finally be noticed- to be wanted. His green eyes had met her blue ones and just like that she was hooked on him. She wasn’t sure how it happened but they had gone through so much together. Facing Trent’s prank and their rocky start as couple- but they pushed past all of that. He brought her out of the shell she was once living in and she wasn’t sure that she could do this without him. Alex was the one person that could really get her to open up and for him- she had to at least try. Her hand ran over her baby bump, at this point still not very noticeable to many. There was a little girl in here that needed her mother to be strong for her; Alex needed Ayla to be strong for him. Shaking her head from these thoughts she blinked back the tears that were forming in her eyes. She wanted this to go perfectly; there was no going back now. This was her big moment, to show the world exactly what she was made of and who she planned to become.
The judges called her in, taking their copy of what she was reading and she quickly made her move for center stage. The person that was running the slide show of her photography signaled her to let her know everything was a go. A single spotlight, flicked on, illuminating the table and chair which she sat in, her head raising as she spoke her first lines. “An apology is odd because it only asks for belief. It doesn’t want forgiveness, or understanding, but just blind belief that the person who is giving the apology means it.” She paused, her small hands resting on the table. The scenery in the background beginning, it was a backdrop of what went with the story she was telling. The pictures were edited and collided together to give off the illusion of actually being real. It was as if you were really there in this moment with Ayla and the character she was portraying. “Sorry” she said sarcastically. “Sorry” her voice more monotone this time. “Sorry!” she yelled out angrily. “I’m sorry. See I meant it that time, but you don’t believe it. You have to know what I’m sorry about, and it has to actually contain something of myself. A context, so you know that you can believe that I’m not lying. And then it becomes a real, a real apology, then it becomes a sacrifice” she took the necklace from her around her neck, laying it on the table before her.
“I believe in miracles, and I believe that it and the power of faith are linked with each other, forever. I believe that the God of the Universe helped create me and everyone else in here. I’m sorry that… I’m sorry that I can’t make you understand how, for me, belief in that and belief in a young earth isn’t a large jump. That, if I do believe that- I’m sorry that it makes me stupid.” Another dramatic pause, her head coming up once again to stare at the panel of judges and the scenery quickly changed to a new set of photos. They were brought together in a moving picture sequence to look like rain slowly ricocheting off a window in the background. “I’m sorry that I’m a-,” her hand wrapped around Alex’s necklace, gripping it tight in her fist.
“I’m…” she trailed off. “There are some things I can’t be sorry about- no matter what” she stood up, shoving the table for dramatic effect, watching it fold and crash to the floor The sound made to imitate the lightning and thunder that was shown in the scene behind her. Pictures she had taken from her hometown in Seattle when she was there. Standing directly under the spotlight, she was going in for her big finish.
“I am sorry that I have to apologize to you, that I can’t be a good enough person for me to be believed without apologizing. But, I am sorry. I’m sorry that my quest for a male heart made me ignorant, that my home makes me hateful, and that my religion makes me stupid” she paused, turning to look them back in the eye. The pictures in the backdrop quickly shifting once again to a sky that was slowly clearing up, moving to show a glimpse of sunshine that was now breaking through. Symbolizing the character being blessed with the forgiveness they were seeking. “I’m sorry,” with that final word, Ayla was done, the spotlight fading out as she took a bow.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4z24wKY7Y1r1st3go1_500.gif)
thejessegiard replied to your post: And the winner of the 2012 Senior Competition is…
FUCK YEAH! TONT!
I don’t even have a gif that fits for this, oh geez.
thejessegiard replied to your post: I’m only waiting on 4 more bios until we can get ready to open!
Yay banning le dick
Crap no! I meant female I’m so stupid
I was saying male on the phone too OTL
We have 2 more females than males so we might be alright.
I’m only waiting on 4 more bios until we can get ready to open!
2 from Jae, and 2 from Taylor.
We might have to go on a female ban or something, idk. I’ll have to tally it up.
Unfollow Hanna Tate.
Her role is reopened.
