I’m not that happy about Cynthia being in my group either because she looks way too excited about the play and she’s wearing her rabbit-fur headband again and she keeps talking to me and that’s probably why Claire was whispering to Audrey, they were probably whispering about having to be in the same group as the two weird girls.
Mr. Rickets said some girls will play guys and some guys will play girls, that’s just how it’s going to be. He barely even looked up from his paper when he gave us our parts. He just read out the parts and pointed at our heads.
I didn’t get west wind, and I don’t know if Mr. Rickets did this on purpose but most of the girls in my group got boy parts and most of the boys are girls. I’m Psyche’s father and Gordy’s Psyche’s conceited sister and Cynthia’s the servant. At least my part is small and nobody’s really acting, we’re all just reading our parts, even though Mr. Rickets said, “Come on, guys, this is a play, not an instruction manual.”
We all have our scripts on our desks except for Gordy. Gordy’s leaning way back in his chair with his pages on his stomach. He looks like he’s about to fall asleep. After the narrator, he has to read his part. Audrey’s the narrator. She just said, “‘Psyche’s two older sisters sat nearby, weaving,’” so now it’s Gordy’s turn.
Gordy’s looking at his paper but he isn’t saying anything. “Go Gordy,” Cynthia says. I can’t believe she just said, Go Gordy! She tried to point to where his part was but he pulled his paper away.
Maybe he isn’t a very good reader. Maybe he can’t read out loud.
We’re waiting so long for Gordy that a few people actually jump a little when all of a sudden he says in this super snotty girl voice, “‘So, Psyche, another day of marriage proposals? You must be exhausted.’”
At first nobody laughs, we aren’t sure if it’s okay. It kind of looks like Gordy’s trying not to smile but it’s hard to tell. It’s Corey’s laugh and Gordy’s smile that get us all started, and once we start it’s like we can’t stop. I thought Mr. Rickets was going to yell at us to keep it down, that’s what I thought when I first heard his voice so loud across the room, but that was before I heard what he was shouting. He was shouting, “Bravo, Mr. Morgan! Bravo!”