continue in a course of action even with the face of difficulty or with little or with no prospect of success.
It all began on the early year of 2009 when the news came out. Everyone was anxious, impatient about the good news. The long awaited drama competition, but there's a catch. An audition is held for old contestant and the new ones. Some were having doubts because it might affect their studies. Some are dying to enter. The script had been given, we practiced day and night and hoping we were in. All of the old crews were there at the audition, our director is still the same that day. But there's another catch. Everyone who auditioned was in, half of them were split into theater and drama. Luckily I was in the old drama. I was impatient and looking forward for our theme this year. Everyone was hoping for number one. All want to win.
Days have passed and the crew still doesn't have any setting, but the director recommended us to a play with it's name was a legend. ''Cry of The Kasawari''.
The name itself have it's own pride and glory. We had done searching the internet and books looking for the right play but this one could win it for sure. But there's another catch.
No one remembers the exact dialog of this play, so we ended up writing a letter to an expert whom a star in this play. A friend of mine type a letter and send it to the radio station to inform the expert.
After days of waiting for an unreplied message, we realize that time is on the move and decide for our own setting. We search high and low, and we are still unsatisfied. In the end we decided to make our own story, a sequel to the previous play that we had. Everyone agreed, and we started doing the script but the script doesn't fit the play. Hanging scenes were all over. We delayed the practice and delayed and delayed until the teacher summon us.
The teachers were disappointed in us, they have lost faith, they scolded us. No commitment they say. I stay quiet, because it is true, I don't have anything to complain. Teacher ask us if we wanted to forfeit. We all stay quiet and looked at each other. We did not know the true answer, we have doubts across our minds. Some were already given up. I stay on because I believe there is hope to everything. Everyone agreed to continue, and we are given one day to finish adjusting the whole script. We prove to the teacher that we can, we sit until morning finishing the script.
It was a done deal, but we barely practice because everyone are busy with their ordeals. Days passed and the tournament are just in the corner. I bought all my props for my role but one night I received a message from the director. She said,
" If you were in my shoes, would you call it off? "
I sensed distress and hopeless in that message, no one will ask if they are having doubts about something. The next day...
The next day precisely 1:05 a meeting have been held. everyone knows why, I can already expect by the look on their faces. Just as predicted, majority voted to quit and so in result the drama team was dissolved. I was quite disappointed, some were satisfied some were not. I flip a piece of coin and toss it to the air. It landed on my palm, that coin resembles the decision.
And it is black, one of my friend was unsatisfied and throw it again three times, still the result is the same. And lastly I tossed as the last piece of judgement and the coin landed on its black.
We tried hard, I am proud of our commitment really, staying up late, sacrificing time but what it's that all about, it doesn't even matter now.