Homophobia • Part Eleven
I spent the entire day worrying about the part. I did want it, I really did, but I was also anxious about what would happen if my parents found out. It was likely they would at some point, a lot managed to get back to them. This probably wouldn't be any different.
At the end of the day, my drama teacher was right. I was old enough to make my own decisions. As much as I didn't accept it, in any way, I wasn't dropping the role for a mere disliking of something.
And I also knew, or hoped, that the only result would be a lecture from my parents. Maybe they wouldn't kick me out over something so minor. That was if they even found out.
By the end of school, I had come to a decision. I knew the story of Romeo and Juliette inside and out. I also knew that I would be made fun of behind my back if I flaunted that knowledge or interest- like Michael did.
In a way, I felt bad I didn't stop it. But he didn't know, so it couldn't exactly hurt him.
I had a feeling that I should take the role. So I didn't go back. If I wanted to pull out halfway through, I undoubtedly had an understudy. If things got uncomfortable, then I wasn't afraid to speak up about it. I had been solidly taught that being gay was wrong, and I made my views very clear if I was asked about it. I wasn't afraid to do the same now.
As far as I knew, the first rehearsal was at lunchtime tomorrow, and I wasn't sure if I was ready. If anyone knew how strong my attitudes were, it was Michael.
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