I looked at my blank page. All I'd written was the title "What I Want to Be When 1 Grow Up". The rest of the class were all busy writing.
"You have five minutes to finish." Ms Clark announced.
"I want to be a teacher when I grow up because…" I just wrote a few lines when the bell went. My friend Lisa told me she wanted to be an astronaut. I laughed as I pictured Lisa floating in space. After school, I told my grandpa my real dream. "You promise not to laugh. I didn't write it on the school paper." I said, "I want to be an actor." He didn't laugh. Instead he asked, "Why?"
"I just do, that's all, more than anything in the world. I'd be really good."
"OK. Angela, I once dreamed to be a reporter. We'd better find out if you've got any talent then, hadn't we?" He looked up a number in his phone. "You need drama lessons, and I know just the right person—Jane Rozzi, a friend of mine. "Fantastic! I couldn't believe my luck. I gave him a big hug.
"I'd better check with your Mum and Dad first to make sure they don't mind their daughter taking Jane Rozzi's acting class."
No problem there. Next evening, sitting in my grandpa's car, my stomach felt tight and my mouth was dry. He was driving me to my first acting lesson. "She is kind and gentle. Don't be nervous."
He was right. I liked Jane immediately. She told me I was talented and my voice was good. Just needed to get louder. After that we did some breathing and voice exercises. I practised day after day…
"You have a natural talent and, with hard work and luck, you will make it." I always bear Jane's words in my mind. Now I am an actor on the stage.
Wow! How my life has changed since I first stared at that blank piece of paper!
