Sara wasn't sure what she was going to do on this night. She only knew that after 25 years of going up on stage and performing that it seemed like her efforts were going nowhere. It was time to take drastic measures. It was time to make a move. These actions would be known to her and to her only. Then she'd let nature take its course. Was it worth the risk?
That night the theatre was packed full. It was a night of auditions and small skits. This was the kind of acting the city's people seemed to love. The Big Apple had produced some of the world's greatest actors and actresses. The big names were there. Every director, scout, producer, and so on filled the front rows. Sara was nervous about the lines she was to use in her performance. Her manager had given them to her three hours ago like so many times before this night. But, tonight, she had to give it her best. She had to make the lines come to life and seem real.
It was her turn. She walked out onto the stage almost as habit at this point. She knew every line on the floor. She knew which lights bugged her the most. Like a deer knowing its favorite area in the wilderness, she knew this stage like she knew her own body. The curtain opened.
They were gone. Her lines had vanished. Blank. The judges and their clipboards stared. The audience waited, anticipating what she was going to say. She was frozen like the statue of liberty. Sara had forgotten her lines. For the first time she took on the appearance of an actress who was seriously suffering from the infamous "stage fright." She started shaking. Her face reddened even through the stage make-up. The fear was overwhelming. Her body shivered. Yet she stood there. Nervous. .....She began to cry....Her hands were shaking beyond control. Her manager freaked out on her.
Richard walked out onto the stage and said,"Sarah, what in the hell is going on here?"
Right in front of the audience he began shouting at her. "You've been doing this all your life. Now get it together! You have 5 minutes to recite this. Get it right or it's the end of your career!"
A low mumbling could be heard throughout the audience. The manager stomped off, disgusted with Sara for the first time since he'd known her. The mumbling was growing. Sara was crying worse now. She turned in the direction of her boss who had almost disappeared from the stage.
"Screw you Richard! I don't need this! I'm sick of it!" Crying and screaming this out at the same time, her fists were clenched. Richard had stopped and had his back to her. He turned around and began slowly walking back to meet the actress's stare.
"WHAT did you say to me?"
"You heard me. I've been doing this for 25 years now. It's getting me nowhere. You said somebody would be impressed someday and that I'd be a star. All this hard work was for nothing. I'll flip burgers if I have to. I don't care anymore. You think some stupid lines on some piece of paper are what life is all about. I love acting. I always have. It's what I want more than anything. It's YOU that has failed. All those people out there," Sara gestured the audience. "by NOW should know who I am. So take your threats and stuff them Richard. I QUIT!"
Richard stood there dumbfounded. She walked off the stage. The entire theatre was on their feet. The applause was deafening. Everyone was leaning to the person beside them, shaking there heads with smiles in an approving way.
Richard wasn't even sure what had just happened. Then she walked back out. She faced the audience and bowed her head to them. She was smiling from ear to ear. Her own performance this time. Her own words, and her own creativity had captured their hearts. The cameras were clicking. The clapping continued. Flowers were thrown. She basked in her instant fame. The question mark filled her manager's face. She looked him dead in the eye. She leaned in so close to his face so he could hear her above the applause. "Richard, look where you are. You should have known. It was all staged!"