Take an Acting Class

Growing up in a small town, it seems quite the preverbial tale of a girl with big dreams. Think of me as a young Julia Roberts (we’re from Georgia, the two of us, though I look nothing like her) that appears younger than she really is. I’m petite all around, and I am painfully shy at first. It seems quite contradictory that I might in some way want to take classes or even act. I like to watch people, and I love to watch how people react. Oftentimes, I like to imagine what they are thinking. It is the simple, unsaid things in life that have the most importance. The old man sighs and shrinks in his posture while beside him an old woman crosses her legs and looks the picture of proper. I love to write, and I love to act – or I loved to act, when I took classes in middle school. I am twenty-two years old, five foot nothing, one hundred and nothing with an athletic build, brown hair and eyes that have green on the outside with a more yellow color on the inside. Some may mock me for wanting to act in any way, but it is my dream. If I don’t finally overcome my small town hinderance then I will never get the chance to taste the sweet nector of this dream. And, therefore, that is my post for all to plainly see. I want to act, not for money or fame. I want to act for myself, for all of those around me that I watch. I want to bring a character to life and help it to grow.