Glass breaks so easily. No matter how careful you are.

When I was in highschool, we made a short film with the Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams story. I played Laura’s part. She’s the crippled girl in the story, and she’s so sensitive and fragile, that it made her so insecure about everything. I actually understand her, so no wonder I was picked to play her part. We shoot the film in my classmate’s house, and during the shoot, we broke so many things in their house. Some were their large mirror and their lights in the living room.

The filming was okay, but when the part that Laura has to make a sweet scene with Jim, her love interest in the story, I pretended to have fever so they will take me home, and eventually cut that scene. They were convinced for a while, but they insisted me to do the scene afterwards.

We went home around 9pm, and agreed to continue the shoot the next day. The next day, I really had a fever. But we managed to finish shooting the whole movie.

After a week, we prepared for the photo shoot for the poster. It was the most awkward thing ever. I mean, we look so funny for a serious poster. After another week, we have to air the film in front of three classes. I almost passed out. Out teacher told us before that she’s the only one who’s going to watch it.

After two years, I saw the trailer of our movie earlier. I can’t help laughing. I look hideous. And my voice oh my. I can still recall my lines.

But at least, at least, I was still innocent that time. Now? I don’t know what happened to me. Like a glass, my virtues break so easily, no matter how careful I am.