Starry-Eyed: 16 Stories that Steal the Spotlight
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No light is as unforgiving as the spotlight, but to be in it while being a teenager is just plain brutal. This collection of fictional short stories highlight the struggles, hopes, failures, and triumphs of young aspiring singers, dancers, actors, actresses, and performers. While these characters may feel out of place during their everyday lives, they are able to find a home onstage and in rehearsals. Woven throughout the anthology are personal anecdotes from several of today’s most celebrated performers of stage, screen, and television.
Whether hilarious or romantic or devastating or suspenseful, these diverse coming-of-age stories are perfect for anyone who is reaching for the stars.
extra voice lesson that week, spending the whole hour working on “Out of My Dreams,” getting just the right dreamy quality. Mrs. Gower might have looked at Becca when she made the announcement, but the drama teacher, Mrs. Sandler, was part of the decision-making process too. She’d remember me from the Evening of One Acts. Becca hadn’t participated in anything. And Mrs. Sandler wouldn’t have any preconceived ideas, like Mrs. Gower. If I was the best person at the auditions, I would get the lead.
eyelashes. “And who is the prettiest, most talented girl you’ve ever known in your whole life?” “Let me see,” Dad says, tapping his finger to his chin, considering the question. “I mean, I’ve got so many talented people on my list. . . .” “I was talking about me!” I interrupt. “But you’re not an actress, are you, Monica?” He pauses, letting his words sink in. “I mean, you won’t even join the drama club at school. How can you expect to star in a movie with Danny Roberts?” It’s true. I haven’t
about passion for the arts, the challenges of stardom, the silly side of show business and the successes that come with just being you. Inside, you’ll also find words of wisdom and encouragement from some names you’ll definitely recognize. Maybe you’ve seen them on your favorite television show or in a blockbuster movie. Perhaps you’ve heard them on the radio or seen them perform in concert. Either way, they started out just like you and me: with a love for the arts and a dream. With a little
in certain circles, among the barkeeps and bagpipers, the cops and the Catholic priests. He knows every fire chief in the five boroughs by his middle name. It’s not much of a feat of memory, mind you, as about ninety percent have got Patrick for a middle name. That’s another of Niall’s jokes. Every one a groaner. I only repeat them so you know what I’ve been up against my whole life. Niall’s vast reputation makes Evelyn and me famous too, on the rare occasions we’re all three together. Niall
tell myself to breathe. Henry’s body is so warm. “Yes,” I say. I put my hands on the keyboard, and Henry puts his hands on top of mine. You know what it’s like when you go to the beach in June on a hot day when the water is only about fifty-five degrees, and you’re standing at the shoreline with the sun boiling your scalp and your toes numb in the frigid sand? That’s how I feel right now. I think about the rooms full of strangers at my auditions. I think about my mother’s meat mallet. And then