Kelli J Gavin
Liza screamed, “I am not going!”
Joni, her mother, starred at the screaming sprite of a child. Why was being a parent to Liza so exasperating? Why couldn’t Liza just do as she was asked and not argue? The arguing is what made Joni feel completely depleted of all her energy. She wondered if God was punishing her for being such a challenging child herself. Was this God’s way of giving her a taste of her own medicine?
“Mom, I want to stay home and finish watching those movies. How am I ever going to be a famous actress one day if I don’t memorize more of the lines from the classic movies? Those lines make the best monologues! I am not going. I have to get this done.” The flood of words exited her beautiful mouth in one singular breath.
Joni finally gave up extending the invitation for a trip to the mall and lunch out. If she really thought about it, this whole situation was so sad. Liza was an amazing well behaved baby. She rarely cried, learned to self soothe quit early on, and loved being passed around in groups of cheek pinchers on Sunday mornings at church. Liza could light up a room with her smile, and the second she saw anyone holding a camera, she would strike a pose and prepare for her image to be captured. Joni loved spending time with Liza as she was so funny and sweet and kind. And then one day, she saw a modeling show on tv. Darling little girls dressed up in frills walking down a makeshift runway. Smiling to the onlookers and occasionally waving to mom or dad, the girls were all so well poised and perfect, almost like dolls. Liza sat glued to the screen. Liza knew this is what she wanted to do. She wanted to be on a runway. Wait. Why stop there? Liza wanted to famous. She wanted to make movies and to be the most famous actress there ever was. From that day on, Liza wanted to spend less and less time with Joni. She wanted to watch movies, memorize lines and scour the internet for dates and times for local auditions.
Joni accepted that Liza was growing up and her interests had changed. Now at 13, all she wanted was to be famous. Joni, however knew this wasn’t going to happen. Liza was almost a caricature of what an actress should be. Larger than life, louder than anyone. If there was a fainting couch, Liza would find it. If there was a curb to trip on, Liza would make sure it happened in front of 20 people. She didn’t possess any real talent other than being a pretty young girl who was confident and would talk to anyone. Joni’s mom had told her that pretty girls were a dime a dozen. She was told she needed to get a real job like court reporting. So, Joni became a court reporter.
Joni went to the mall that afternoon by herself and a woman handing out fliers shoved one at her and moved on.
***Needed. Girls ages 12-16 and Boys 14-18 for local theater group. Must be dramatic, love plays and musicals and have a monologue prepared. Call…***
Joni stuffed the flyer in the nearest trash receptacle and went home to her dramatic 13 year old daughter who loved plays and musicals and always had a monologue prepared. Joni knew she should never have named her daughter Liza.
Kelli J Gavin lives in Carver, Minnesota with Josh, her husband of an obscene amount of years and they have two crazy kids. She is a Writer, Professional Organizer and owns Home & Life Organization and a small Jewelry Company. Look for Kelli’s first book of short stories and poems in 2019. You can find her work with The Ugly Writers, Sweatpants & Coffee, Writing In a Woman’s Voice, The Writers Newsletter, Writers Unite!, Academy of the Heart and Mind, The Rye Whiskey Review, Spillwords, Mercurial Stories, 121 Words, Hickory Stump, HerStry, Ariel Chart, The Basil O’Flaherty, PPP Ezine, Southwest Media, Otherwise Engaged, Pleather Skin, Paper.Li, The New Ink Review, among others.
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