Editor’s note: The following is a submitted article by Greene High School senior Cohen A. Root of his experience though the years with the Greene Footlights Production.
It’s the fall of 2011. A small, bordering overweight 12 year old with hair that could hide a small nest of rats stumbles his way down the hall. He’s being led by his Guidance Counselor, who he’s spent an inordinate amount of time with the past few days. He’s the new kid, that one we all remember from 6th grade. Nervous, kind of doesn’t want to be there, and is trying his absolute hardest to hide it. His Counselor insists that he’s making the transition well, but for all he knew, that was just a comforting lie.
She continues to lead him down the hallway, until they make it to the chorus room. She walks in, and the small child waddles behind her. They turn into a small office, where a woman he’d never seen in his life sat. He was told prior to entering that this was Mrs. Boel, local director of the school drama club, “Footlights.” He hated every second after he accidentally told the Counselor that he was a rather good actor, and enjoyed plays. Mrs. Boel directed musicals, and he didn’t sing, nor dance. As a man, or an overweight tween, he was above singing and dancing. He wanted Opera, Drama, Acting. Not some pretty little school dance off. And, even if he tried to sing, he was tone deaf.