Casting Marcela 13 | Y Ethel 15 Y

“That was—” Leo started.

Fifteen, taller by a head, with the quiet stillness of someone who had learned to take up very little space. Her hair was long and straight, tucked behind her ears. She carried a folded piece of paper, though she didn’t look at it. Her eyes moved across the room slowly, cataloging exits, lights, the faces behind the table.

“Then stay.”

Then Marcela spun around, grinned, and said, “Scene.”

The community center gymnasium smelled of lemon polish and old floorboards. A folding table sat near the stage, draped in a black cloth. Behind it sat three people: the director, Mr. Shaw, whose glasses were taped at the bridge; the playwright, a nervous woman named Clara who kept tapping her pen; and the producer, a man named Leo who had already yawned twice.

“We know,” Ethel said. Her voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried. “That’s why we picked it.”

“Next,” Mr. Shaw said, rubbing his eyes. “Marcela, 13, and Ethel, 15.”

Mr. Shaw gestured. “Whenever you’re ready.”

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“That was—” Leo started.

Fifteen, taller by a head, with the quiet stillness of someone who had learned to take up very little space. Her hair was long and straight, tucked behind her ears. She carried a folded piece of paper, though she didn’t look at it. Her eyes moved across the room slowly, cataloging exits, lights, the faces behind the table.

“Then stay.”

Then Marcela spun around, grinned, and said, “Scene.”

The community center gymnasium smelled of lemon polish and old floorboards. A folding table sat near the stage, draped in a black cloth. Behind it sat three people: the director, Mr. Shaw, whose glasses were taped at the bridge; the playwright, a nervous woman named Clara who kept tapping her pen; and the producer, a man named Leo who had already yawned twice. casting marcela 13 y ethel 15 y

“We know,” Ethel said. Her voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried. “That’s why we picked it.”

“Next,” Mr. Shaw said, rubbing his eyes. “Marcela, 13, and Ethel, 15.” “That was—” Leo started

Mr. Shaw gestured. “Whenever you’re ready.”