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Centre Stage Emotion. Raw emotion raced through her veins. This was it, the big moment finally here. Time for her to step up and take her place at centre stage. All eyes would be on her and she knew it. She thrived off it, that passion, the only thing kept her feeling alive. She took one last slow glance at all the actors, dancers, set, props, costumes and scenery around her. She marvelled at how all of these elements portrayed a seemingly true reality to their audience. She had seen it a hundred times or more; the audience captured and convinced. Only the actors and stagehands knew how false it actually was. A perfected smile pulled itself across her face. She knew this moment was real. That's all that mattered. The royal velvet curtains with trimmings of gold and filled by deep rouge swung open in what seemed like slow motion. All eyes to the stage. Isobelle was seventeen years old, although one would never have thought so to look at her or converse with her. She was wise beyond her years and a favourite with the locals of the town. She was reknowned for her sweet warm nature and brave spirit. ...read more.


She finally cracked. As she walked away, she made a promise to her children that she would always come and see them as often as she could. She knew they would be better off staying with their father as she couldn't provide for all three of them as he could. Also, she still had a deep love for Jonathan and couldn't bear the thought of taking everything he loved away from him. It would have literally killed him. Upon leaving, she stared straight ahead and dared not look back at the three hurt little faces who watched their mother leave their life. The pain seared through her heart as she turned away. The image of her babies' tearstained cherubim faces imprinted into her mind. As she approached the door, she was jolted and looking down, she saw Mary at her feet. Her little baby arms trying desperately to prevent her mother from leaving but one big stride was enough to break the baby's clasp. Not till a year later and they see her again. Jonathan's heartache was so overwhelming that he soon grew to be severely depressed and depended on Isobelle for everything. He had to leave his job because of his depression. ...read more.


She quickly calmed herself, and stood in position for curtain rise. The stage filled with a red hue, sharp reflections of glass flitted around the audience and the shrill sound of the actors all screaming in unison bombarded their ears. Isobelle completely lost herself in her performance. Halfway through and the time had come. Time for her to take centre stage. She stepped forward and began to deliver an aggressive monologue. She exclaimed shockingly loudly. She firstly addressed a fellow actor then suddenly turned toward the audience. She spat out her speech about a stolen childhood, betrayal and horror. She stared long and hard at the three people before her. She then pulled a prop pistol out of her jacket pocket and waved it frantically about as tears streamed down her face. She thrust the gun first at her father, then her mother and then sharply At Robert Kinney. She then turned the gun on herself. She gave her last line. The light dimmed. A roaring shot fired. Silence. A few seconds and a loud eruption of applause and a standing ovation from the audience. The hand fell with the curtains. The deep rouge of the royal curtains soaked up the pool of red. The houselights came up. Stephanie Gadsby English lit/lang Mrs Grenville ...read more.

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