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We are currently working on the production of Green Butterfly: Deep Within My Soul written & directed by Terina Evans starring the great talents of Jazmine Girten, Joshua Fekete, Barry Brock, Georgette Hussey, and Terina Evans.
We are also getting ready for the auditions for the second annual Summer Youth Program 2012. We are accepting applications for all kids (boys & girls) ages 8-17 that are interested in the arts (No experience necessary) as well as mentors ages 17-35. Come join the fun. Contact firstname.lastname@example.org for details.
Ashley: Hey Sarah! Are you coming to Dave’s party this weekend?
Sarah: I don’t know. I haven’t asked my mom yet. She’s probably going to say no. I’ve never been to a boy-girl party. She won’t even buy me a cell phone because she thinks I will talk to boys.
Ashley: What?! You’re 15 years old! That’s just not fair. She is getting in the way of your fun. You only live once…you know?
Sarah: Tell her that and see if you don’t get slapped.
Ashley: Here use my phone to call her and ask her can you spend the night at my house for the weekend… for a slumber party. She will never guess what we are up to.
Sarah: Oh no. Not going to happen… my mama’s smart. She will probably want to talk to your mom anyway. I will never get away with that.
Ashley: Just try… Here… (Hands her the phone)
Sarah: Ok (dials number) Hey mom…yes...I just wanted to know if I could spend the night at Ashley’s for the weekend… she’s having a sleep over… really? Ok mama. Thank you!
Sarah: I can’t believe she said yes… she never lets me do anything.
Ashley: You probably never ask.
Sarah: Because she’s so strict… I’m scared of my mama. That lady can be so mean sometimes.
Ashley: Tell me about it… but what are you going to wear? I hope nothing like that. You have to wear something sexier… and maybe some eye shadow and gloss. Hmmm… when I get done making you over, Dave might even ask you to be his girlfriend.
Sarah: Oh Lord…
Narrator: (Ashley models first then Sarah in a descriptive manner as narrator speaks)
A leader by nature
desiring to influence
led a friend to trouble
nearly causing a life to be ruined.
She ended up in grief over a lost loved one.
All she wanted was to give her friend a little taste of freedom.
Now she’s all alone.
A follower by accident
trusted a friend
under the influence of perhaps
a devil’s advocate.
John and her trapped in a secluded room
as the house caught fire.
All the intoxicated teens escaped
but those two never departed.
Rest in peace, Follower by accident
A caged animal awaiting freedom, she was. Someone saved her from the wilderness. She does not know who, where, what, or when. It all happened so fast.
“Leave me alone!” She screams, “Why do you care?”
Nobody answers. She looks behind her, and there on the wall of her cell is a mirror. Staring at the reflection of a destroyed image of her past, she struggles to recollect the memories.
“Why?” She cried.
She looks to the left and her heart is lying on the floor surrounded by traces of blood. With eyes closed, she visualizes her escape. Her mother and father come and they save the apologetic princess.
She is now a queen. Freedom bells ring in her ears. The sweet taste of love beyond her years embraces. Her legs walk in a poetic rhythm that tells the tell of a promising future.
“Thank you,” she learns.
In love with her like he's in love with self.
Treats her like he treats himself.
Filled with joy.
He needs no help.
He is a man of beauty.
A beautiful man.
How does one protect her beauty?
Fears ring bells in her heart signaling defeat.
No where to run, no where to hide
The songs of the enemy are on repeat.
She prays until the tears stop.
Work comes later but she shall not sleep.
Now is the time to train her spirit.
Oh yes, in time she will reap.
How does one protect her beauty?
The desperation she feels keeps her alone.
Her mind plays tricks that the heart does not own.
Love only comes in the privacy of her home.
She stands with faith in her legs.
Knees make falling to the ground safe.
No longer should she beg.
Prayers have been answered.
Her soul has been fed.
poem by Terina M. Evans (Founder of Theatre Beautifly, Inc.)
Theatre Beautifly,Inc !”