PROMEDY, by Wade Bradford.
Beatrix, the 17-year old president
of the student body. after her "ex-friend" deviously cancels the
prom.
BEATRIX. Young women need the Prom. It's a rite of
passage as sacred as getting your driver's license or buying your first bra.
There are only a few things in life that are guaranteed to be glorious and
memorable and sparkling with gowns and cummerbunds. Prom is the quintessential
teenage experience.
Think of the unlucky grown-ups
and the elderly who lament the day they decided not to go to the Prom. It is a
key ingredient to a happy and meaningful life. Prom is short for Promenade, a
slow, gentle walk through a shady glen, and this beloved ceremony symbolizes
our journey from the shadows of adolescence to the bright sunshine of the adult
world with all its freedoms.
And it may be the only
chance I'll ever have to dance with a boy. Maybe I'll never have someone get
down on a knee and offer me a diamond ring. Maybe I'll never walk down the
aisle with a smug look of bridal triumph. But it is my right, and the right of
every plain, frumpy, book-wormy, soon-to-be librarian to have one night of
Cinderella magic. Even if we have to go with our cousin, or our gay best friend
from tap class, we will have a Prom. And you will help me.
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