ALL HAIL THE KING

Jasmine Esau

There were blinding bright lights and the attention of a sea of elementary students, all focused on her. Her pulse was racing, though the crown on her head never fell. Her and her classmates’ dedication to writing and spending hours upon hours practicing and memorizing their lines was finally paying off. The role of king certainly wasn’t an easy one, even with only a couple of lines the lights felt too bright and her robes too warm. The lines were somewhere in between all her schoolwork, but eventually she found them.

Before she knew it the show ended and the sound of clapping bounced and echoed, even long after the audience left. The thrill of performing might have been what brought her back year after year. Or maybe it was the culture and the friends she made. It could have been all of it, no matter what it was, she had found a home in the contrasting lights of the Rocklin High theater.