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DIANA]
I'm so excited because I'm gonna go
to the High School of
Performing Arts!
I mean, I was dying to be a serious actress.
Anyway,
it's the first day acting class-
and we're in the auditorium and the
teacher,
Mr. Karp... Oh, Mr. Karp...
Anyway, he puts us up on the stage
with
our legs around each other,
one in back of the other and he
says:
"Okay... we're going to do improvisations.
Now, you're on a
bobsled. It's snowing out.
And it's cold...Okay...GO!"
Ev'ry day for
a week we would try to
Feel the motion, feel the motion
Down the
hill.
Ev'ry day for a week we would try to
Hear the wind rush, hear
the wind rush,
Feel the chill.
And I dug right down to the bottom of
my soul
To see what I had inside.
Yes, I dug right down to the bottom of
my soul
And I tried, I tried.
[Spoken]
And everybody's goin'
"Whooooosh, whooooosh ...
I feel the snow... I feel the cold... I feel the
air."
And Mr. Karp turns to me and he says,
"Okay, Morales. What did you
feel?"
[sings]
And I said..."Nothing,
I'm feeling nothing,"
And
he says "Nothing
Could get a girl transferred."
They all felt
something,
But I felt nothing
Except the feeling
That this bullshit
was absurd!
[Spoken]
But I said to myself, "Hey, it's only the first
week.
Maybe it's genetic.
They don't have bobsleds in San
Juan!"
[sings]
Second week, more advanced, and we had to
Be a
table, be a sportscar...
Ice-cream cone.
Mister Karp, he would
say,"Very good,
except Morales. Try, Morales,
All alone."
And I
dug right down to the bottom of my soul
To see how an ice cream felt.
Yes,
I dug right down to the bottom of my soul
And I tried to melt.
The
kids yelled, "Nothing!"
They called me "Nothing"
And Karp allowed it,
Which really makes me burn.
The were so helpful.
They called me
"Hopeless",
Until I really didn't know
Where else to
turn.
[Spoken]
And Karp kept saying,
"Morales, I think you should
transfer to Girl's High,
You'll never be an actress, Never!" Jesus
Christ!
Went to church, praying, "Santa Maria,
Send me guidance, send
me guidance,"
On my knees.
Went to church, praying, "Santa
Maria,
Help me feel it, help me feel it.
Pretty please!"
And a
voice from down at the bottom of my soul
Came up to the top of my
head.
And the voice from down at the bottom of my soul,
Here is what it
said:
"This man is nothing!
This course is nothing!
If you want
something,
Go find another class.
And when you find one
You'll be
an actress."
And I assure you that's what
Fin'lly came to
pass.
Six months later I heard that Karp had died.
And I dug right
down to the bottom of my soul...
And cried.
'Cause I felt...
nothing.