A student sits in her car, not knowing what to expect from this busy night of Cabaret. She walks past the auditorium and to the cafeteria only to wait in a line filled with parents and students alike. The dim lights within the room directed her attention to the stage, creating a club-like atmosphere; the bright lights, the shining stars, the crowded tables and long lines. The clock shifts, and more people hurriedly shuffle into the cafeteria only to hunt for a table.

“I guess it doesn’t matter that we reserved the table right in front of the stage,” a woman said with frustration. She was kind enough to allow the young school reporter to sit with them for the show.

Sitting at a table of strangers, taking note of the bright scenery, and occasionally listening in on the conversation when the girl heard a name that sparked recognition.

“Do you know her,” the man, whom she assumed was her friend’s father, asked from her left side. She nods quietly, setting her notes down.

“Yea, she’s my little girl, has a big solo and everything.” he said gesturing for girl to look at the program for A Night of Cabaret.

“There sure aren’t as many students here as I thought there’d be,” the friend’s younger brother chimed in from behind his white, grey and red iPod, but returning his gaze to the bright screen immediately following his comment. The mother agreed, carrying on her conversation with her sister, the friend’s aunt.

“So, you’re a reporter,” the aunt asked the girl. The girl smiled and put her notes away in her bag.

“Yes, I’m writing a short story about Cabaret for our newspaper’s website.”

“Will it be up soon,” the mother asked. She moved closer to the girl, desperate to hear while the volume of various types of people filled up the cafeteria.

“I hope so,” the girl said loudly. The chatter and laughter became more intense and soon senior Jacob Elliot walked in front of the stage. The table the girl sat at was preparing their video cameras and she sat there awkwardly, eagerly waiting for the show to commence.

Elliot’s enthusiasm hooked the audience within seconds of beginning his monologue, simply the purpose to introduce the first group.

Applause erupted among the many tables, building the excitement for the performances yet to come. The table the reporter was at chatting and talking about their daughter, how excited they were for her to have her own moment on that stage in front of her family and friends.
“She has worked so hard for this,” the father adds just as his daughter walks on stage in a smooth calf-length black dress and small black heels, her curly brown hair pinned tight and neatly in a bun. She took the stool and place it on the side opposite of her family. She sat on the stool and began her song, without hesitating she showed heart and emotion in her singing for her family.