Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen - Dyan Sheldon [80]
“So that’s it?” she said at last. “All that stuff you told me about passion and art and putting your work before yourself, that was just more of your lies?”
“Of course not,” I said. “That’s what’s important. It’s just that I—”
“You’re just the same as Carla, aren’t you?” Ella stood up. “It’s all me, me, me and I, I, I. Nobody else counts for anything, do they?”
I stood up, too.
“That’s not true and you know it!” I felt like I was falling apart inside.
“No, I don’t know it!” Ella screamed back. “You haven’t given one thought to anybody else in all this. It’s all been about you.” She flung her arms wide, appealing to the gods themselves. “What about me?” she demanded. “I was miserable until you came to Dellwood. Totally miserable. I thought that everybody’s life was like mine, just doing all the things you’re supposed to do, when you’re supposed to do them, and never questioning anything. I thought that when I grew up all I could expect was a life like my parents’.” She was trembling with rage. “And then I met you. You gave me courage, Lola. You taught me that you can make life what you want.”
I reached out to touch her shoulder. I’d never seen Ella cry before. “Ella, I—”
She jumped back as though I’d threatened her with a sabre. “Don’t touch me!” She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. “You’re a sham, Lola Cep, that’s what you are. I thought being the best Eliza Doolittle you could be was what mattered to you. But it isn’t. Because if it was you’d go on tonight and you’d be the best Eliza Doolittle, no matter what Carla Santini says or does.” Ella’s face was red and blotchy from crying. “Don’t you get it, Lola? That’s the one thing she can’t do anything about. The one thing nobody can do anything about! And you’re just going to hand it to her.”
By now, I was crying, too.
“What’s going on in there?” called my mother. She started banging on the door. “Mary? Ella?”
I snuffed back a few million tears. “Nothing,” I shouted back through my sobs. “I’ve had a miraculous recovery.”
NEVER SAY DIE
Henry Higgins and I peered through the curtain at the side of the stage.
On the left of the auditorium were Mr and Mrs Gerard, Ella and Sam. Mr and Mrs Gerard were both wearing suits; Ella was wearing the A-line with the pearl buttons down the front she’d wanted me to wear to the party, but it didn’t look so bad because her hair was loose and the contrast between the copper and the blue was actually stunning; and Sam was wearing black jeans and a T-shirt and his leather jacket with the bottle caps bolted to it. They looked so out of place together that a passing policeman would have arrested Sam for holding the Gerards hostage.
On the right-hand side were my mother and father, the twins, my grandparents, and about a dozen of my mother’s closest friends. My parents were sitting together, with a twin on either side, to keep them from talking during the performance.
“Corblighme,” whispered Henry Higgins in a mid-Atlantic drawl. “It’s a full house. There are even people standing at the back.”
I was too excited to comment on his hopeless accent, but I will say that it was just as well that Mrs Baggoli moved the play to America.
“Henry! Eliza!”
We jumped back. Mrs Baggoli has a stage whisper that makes the floorboards quake.
“Get in your places!” hissed Mrs Baggoli. “Three minutes till curtain!”
Henry Higgins took his place by the supermarket painted on the backdrop. I took up my place in the wings with my groceries.
Everybody started telling everybody else to break a leg, the way actors do.
“Break a leg!”
“Break a leg!”
“Break a leg!”
I looked over at Carla Santini. It is a testament to my renewed determination and resolution that I didn’t say, “Break a neck!”. I thought it, but I didn’t say it. I am above such childish pettiness. I will never sink to her level again; I don’t like being down that low.
“Good luck, everyone!” boomed Mrs Baggoli as she skittered into the wings. “Give them a show they won’t forget!”
I was scared, I’ll admit it. Now that the play was actually about to begin,