Ooh Shakespeare. Lisa recognized this monologue. She had seen this play once before. She watched Gracelyn, noting her movements, gestures, and speaking patterns. She observed all. Once the monologue was over, Lisa decided to take a chance.

She shut her book closed, placed it behind her, and stood up. She pinched the bridge of her nose momentarily. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to the center after Gracelyn had gone and prepared herself mentally. She turned around, facing the opposite direction of Trent and the rest of the actor group, letting her head hang as she waited a moment.

And then Lisa began. She gave no introduction to what she was doing, who she was playing, or who it was written by. She went for it. In the moment, it just felt so right.

She lifted her head up slowly and made her posture light and flighty. She was Oberon’s right hand sprite. Mischievous, energetic, and light. She moved her arms as if she was moving her hands through water and then she stopped, folded her arms, and began her monologue. “If we shadows have offended... ” she turned to the group, eyes wide with sorrow and fear that she had genuinely offended before a slight smirk curled at her lips. “Think... but this... and all is mended. That you,” she made eloped at Kale Trent at this point in time before glancing to look at Gracelyn. “have slumbered here while these,” She waved her hand in the air as if dispelling the visions in front of her as if they were smoke. “visions did appear.” Looking to Headmaster Trent, she continued. “And while this weak and idle theme...” Maniacal and amused grin as she lowered her voice and waved her hand brushing off the next phrase as if it were water off a ducks back. “No more yielding than a dream.”

If the play had been not to the audience’s liking then it was a dream after all. If only life could be like this at times....

She paused before making her way downstage or what would have been downstage to talk to her audience that she so had offended. “Gentles.. do not reprehend. If you pardon, we will mend.” Small earnest smile as if she were trying to gain their trust and forgiveness in this moment to make amends. Hand to her chest as she referenced herself as Puck. “And as I am an honest Puck...” Lisa waggled her index finger as if thinking- no- mischievously plotting. “If we have unearned luck now to escape the serpents tongue. We shall make amends ‘err long.....ELSE...” Pause. Wide innocent eyes before she smirked. “Else Puck a liar call.” Beat.

“So goodnight onto you all.” Taking a step further downstage and extending her hands to the audience. Eyes pleading. “Give me your hands if we be friends and,” with body language gesturing to herself as she clasped her hands together. “Robin shall restore amends.”

She stayed in her spotlight for a fleeting moment longer with her eyes full of promise that the audience would trust her, as their Puck, before she bowed her head to her audience and exited the stage. “Thank you.”