The Music Man



            This story begins in September of the year two thousand nine. I was a ten-year-old fifth grader in my senior year at P.S. 51, The Bronx New School. One day, my theater instructor, Ms. Emilyn, called down the fifth grade for a brief meeting. She told us, "I planned on doing a senior play called The Music Man." We didn't like this idea.

            We went back to our classes, grumpy and gloomy. Over the next days, we had musical rehearsals with our music teacher, Ms. Caroline, and we had non-part rehearsals with Ms. Emilyn. Those rehearsals were boring. I didn't tell my mom about this. The next month, we watched the movie "The Music Man" to get an idea of how the play was going to be formatted.  But it was still boring.

            In March of two thousand ten, Ms. Caroline announced, "There will be auditions for The Music Man. Just for now, I want you to write three parts of your choice." I wanted to be Harold Hill [the main character], Marcelus Washburn, or Mayor Shinn. I was nervous to get a part. I am nervous when I am performing in front of a big audience. So, I breathed in and out, I slapped myself many times, and I entered the cafeteria to audition for a part in the play. I couldn't find which part would fit me best at the end of the audition. I told my mom, "We had auditions for a part in The Music Man." The next day, I was anxious when Ms. Emilyn mentioned, "The parts will be announced in April." I hoped I would get a good one.

  It was early April. I thought about the play. Was it going to be fun? After watching the movie the second time, I realized how fun plays can be because people like to act in front of a big audience. I wished I got the main part because it shows that you are the star of the play. 

Two weeks before my birthday, the parts were being announced. Everybody got a part, except for me. I was in total shock. My friend Malik giggled, "You could be a stage designer." But no! I was Harold Hill. I was filled with joy. My friends congratulated me. We performed our play on June fourteenth. My family was proud. The lesson I learned was that even though you hate plays, you still have to participate in them, and you will get to realize how fun they are.

About the Author:

Francisco Jr., also known as Franklin, was born on April 30, 1999. He lives in the Bronx with his parents, and sister. In his spare time, he reads Naruto comics, and he plays basketball. Franklin's family is from the Dominican Republic. He chose to write this memoir to show readers his excellence in theater in the fifth grade.



good memoir 

good memoir 

Cool Franklin. That was

Cool Franklin. That was good. But I cant belive you still remember that