You have had a rollercoaster of a year!
You are an aspiring actress, you are really good with a lovely voice and excellent comic timing. You showed promise at primary school and have been doing drama at the weekends for a few years, you have even been on the tele (House of Anubis Unlocked it was on Nickelodeon no one saw it) I was pleased and punch despite being unsure where that very posh voice you used came from.
You decided to apply to the theatre strand at The BRIT School in South London after watching one of those crappy reality shows (that we love) about life at a performing arts school.
I could write a book about the application process, there was an open evening, the highlight of which included me showing you up by lightly flirting with a very smiley Dad I thought l knew from work, only realising later it was the actor who plays Dr Sacha in Holby City! The shame! That’ll learn me to talk to smiley blokes who look vaguely familiar….
Anyway that was followed by a testing online application form, where you came up with meaningful answers (with no help from me) to questions such as….. What has been your best performance so far and why? Why do you think theatre is important? You also had to present your year eight report which hadn’t been your finest hour frankly but we crossed our fingers and hoped for the best.
You got an interview. You chose a brilliant and brave audition piece about a girl who had mental health problems, which I found very moving, followed by what I thought was a really testing panel interview (I have had easier interviews for senior positions) where they grilled you on your motivation, commitment, school work and attitude.
I was astounded at your composure and maturity, at thirteen I would have wilted under the pressure, the interview over, I knew you had done very well but had you done enough?
Eventually the letter came, it wasn’t the big fat envelope we had been hoping for, instead a note thanking you for applying, saying that you hadn’t been offered a place due to the high number of quality applications and you that were on the reserve list.
A bittersweet outcome, you were good enough to get in but hadn’t got in, what were you supposed do with that?
You were so upset it was so difficult to watch, all that hard work had seemly come to nothing, there was a glimmer of hope though (the reserve list) but it appeared impossible.
The pushy parent in me found out how many people were on the waiting list (12!!). It didn’t look good. You thought it was highly unlikely that anyone would drop out. I did too, I decided kept my doubts to myself and cross my fingers.
We decided to chalk it up as a positive achievement and to concentrate on making the best of your current school. You decided that you would apply again for the BRIT sixth form in two years and we reminded ourselves about the successful actors who hadn’t gone to the BRIT School
Life went on, to my horror you lost interest in acting and most things, I wasn’t sure if it was being a teenager or depression, your dad got remarried and moved abroad, you had some problems with your health. You were very sad. I was really worried about you.
As the summer continued we both began to give up hope, you stopped asking if I had heard anything and I stopped mentioning it. It was easier.
Just before September I eventually rebought your whole school uniform, it cost a fortune (grrr) and you went back to school.
You seemed resigned, happier, and smiled more than you had in weeks.
You decided to go back to drama at the weekends, I was relieved, was the old Teen Girl coming back?
Just when we thought that we had got it sorted, life delivers something that is going to change your life forever…
I was lying in bed reflecting on how rubbish the last few months have been when I got a phone call.
It was the BRIT!!?
My heart was pounding had somebody dropped out?
“Would you like some good news”
“Would Teen Girl still be interested in coming to the BRIT School?”
“Could you come to the school now to sign the forms?”
It was like when Simon Cowell rings the Wild Card on the XFactor! I can honestly say I now know how they feel. Somewhere between heart attack and orgasm (not that you would know anything about that!).
I waited until you came home to tell you the news, understandably you reacted with a combination of shocked surprise and concern.
You are delighted but fearful, you worry that you won’t make friends and it will be like starting Year seven again.
Your lovely friends are pleased and proud for you but sad for themselves. A bit like myself… There was laughter and tears, something for everyone.
You start on Monday!
I need to tell you that you are amazing, you have worked so hard and overcome adversity in so many forms, I am delighted that your talent has been recognised and I am so proud of you.
The message I guess is never give up hope and believe, as you never know what’s around the corner
I believe dreams do come true and I believe in you
Lights Camera you’re on, Teen Girl, take a bow, your sparkling future is ahead …Congratulations
Break a leg!
I Love You
Single Mum Dawn x