Marcela 13 Y Ethel 15 Y — Casting

Marcela turned her back. Ethel didn’t move. And for three long seconds, no one behind the table breathed.

They had seen forty-two girls that morning. Forty-two versions of the same monologue about a girl who finds a bird with a broken wing. Some had shouted. Some had whispered. One had cried real tears. But nothing had clicked. casting marcela 13 y ethel 15 y

“Then stay.”

“Quiet,” Mr. Shaw interrupted. He looked at the two girls. Marcela was bouncing on her heels now, all that intensity drained away into thirteen-year-old fidgeting. Ethel stood still, but there was a small smile at the corner of her mouth. Marcela turned her back

“Hi,” Marcela said, stopping center stage. “We’re sisters. Not real ones. In the play, I mean. We’re playing sisters.” ” Marcela said