Theater

“Okay class,” Ms. Caldwell sang out. “It’s time for our acting exercises! Alright now follow me. I want you to put your hands up and over to the side in a claw motion, like this you see. Then I want you to walk two steps to the left. Swish your arms right and left. Very good, now walk two steps to the right with your hands still up. Swish those clawed arms left and right now-“

“Ms. Caldwell?”

“Yes Bobby?”

“It’s Billy.”

“Bobby, Billy, Buddy, who gives a damn? You asked a question be grateful I’m answering it, despite what your name really is.”

“Um … okay, well, if I’m not mistaken, this exercise seems real close to the dance moves performed in Michael Jackson’s music video ‘Thriller’.”

Ms. Caldwell’s eye began to twitch with irritation, “Well, Donald-”

“Billy.”

“Right, Tommy. That’s what I said. I’ll have you know that these are not the same moves! They are very different!”

“In what way?”

“In many ways, in fact, there are so many ways … that I don’t have enough time to tell them all to you at this very moment! Now class, let’s get with our partners and rehearse! I will be standing on my head in the corner of the room singing ‘Old McDonald’ if you need me.”

Everyone gave her a weird look.

“What,” she questioned. “Don’t act like you all haven’t done it!”

They remained silent.

“Just break out into your groups already,” she muttered walking over to her corner.

The class obeyed quietly not wanting to start anything with their mental drama teacher. Ashley quickly zipped over to Spencer and took hold of her hand.

“Ashley,” Spencer sighed. “With everything that’s been going on, I haven’t even started on the skit yet. What are we gonna rehearse?”

“Do not worry,” Ashley said. “I have already written it. I also took the liberty of doing your homework as well. That way we can spend the whole day together work free.”

The blonde stared at her in shock. “Ashley … you really did all that?”

“Like I said, I take care of you now,” the Martian replied with a smile.

“Spencer and Ashley,” Ms. Caldwell yelled from the corner. “I may be upside down with blood rushing to my brain so fast that it’s slightly painful but, I am not blind. I can clearly see you two are not rehearsing but chitter chattering. Why are you chitter chattering?”