Chapter 4

My senior year, I was in my high school's production of Newsies. Not a fun time, but I had always wanted to be in my school's musicals.

Half of the shows I was Bunsen (dressed as a woman), one of Pulitzer(the villain)'s employees. The other half I was a Newsie.

My friend and I came into class one day to try on our Newsie costumes. It was very important to the director that we look as much like a little boy as possible. Our chests needed to look flat, and our hair had to be stuffed up into a hat.

We laughed at how ugly we looked in the costumes. I hated the costume so much. I kept complaining about it. Then I teared up--I almost started crying. I froze. Why was I crying? It's just a costume. Why is it making me so uncomfortable and upset?