Ready Or Not

Chapter 1.
"Come along now! You're late!" I felt my cheeks turn red as the tiger guided me through the school and into the gym. I smiled up at him fakely. "Why, thanks."

"You're absolutely welcomed." The tiger said in his British accent. "Be off, now!" His pink, sparkly makeup was scattered (coolly, she had to admit) across his face in beautiful arrangements. Such a precise, steady paw and brush that must've taken!

Was that really their style here? First of all, why would they call soda 'pop'? It fizzles, and anyway, what does that have to do with anything? I mean, seriously.

I walked through the doors. All heads whipped around to stare at me. I shrugged awkwardly and gave a slight nervous nod to the director, who was also seated in one of the comfortable theater seats, clipboard and pen at the ready. He sucked in his breath and exhaled dramatically. Wow, real acting. But it wasn't.

Trying to keep calm, apparently, he smiled. "Welcome. You took..." He checked his watch but didn't change his look or add on. Was it too embarrassing? It was my first play, and I'd already failed it. Marvelous.