There are moments in life that split your story into before and after. For me, one of those moments came dressed in a leather jacket, holding a plastic gun, and yelling “Stop! Hand up in the air!”

Yes, I played a police officer. And yes – I had a gun. (Okay, it was fake, but let’s not ruin the magic.)

A few days ago, I stepped into the real spotlight for the first time: lights overhead, costumes layered with meaning, makeup thick with drama, and a stage vibrating with teenage chaos. I had two roles (because why stop at one when you can double the adrenaline?): first, a slightly suspicious customer in a very suspicious shop. Second — a cop on a mission to keep order, truth, and dignity… or at least survive the scene without bursting into laughter.

It was wild. It was messy. It was perfect.

And the audience? Oh, the audience! Loud, rebellious, and alive. They clapped like thunder and made me feel like I belonged there – between the script and the spotlight.

This wasn’t just a school performance. It was a small revolution in my chest.

And I do know I want more.

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Watch this space. I’ve just loaded my emotional pistol — and the next scene is always a breath away.