6:00 the play begins. The main actress puts on her polo shirt and her skirt that is marked with blue ink and bright yellow. She covers her true blue eyes from the rest of the world with 2 black stripes and a short comb. The audience's favorite part, the painting of the smile and the imitation of happiness in where she is. The actress goes to school but she realizes she’s an actress in one of the longest showing plays called Being Perfect. The actress gets up out of her worn out desk, from all the days that she didn’t care and kept on going with the repetitive motions. She runs out of the wood door that only has one window into the cafeteria but somehow all of her repetitive peers appear in every room. She runs out of the sick production to her home. She washes off the 2 black lines and what the comb had done to her sad eyes. She washed off her faux smile and wrote in her black book about how one day she was going to prove that everyone can be themselves and don’t have to listen to the director but that day was not today. Her first mission was to make someone notice that her smile didn’t touch her eyes. She went through the same motions but when she was called to sit down in her class she didn’t, she decided to let her eyes become wet and show everyone that she doesn’t have to hold in all her imperfection she doesn’t want to follow the script. All she wants is someone who cares enough to see that the reason she puts on makeup and that half smile is so that she could one day make the black streaks on her face run, so that she will have a perfect look that she can break just to show everyone that she can. She was tired of making her lips curl the wrong way and everyone else realized they were tired also. One by one all her peers got up and ran, they ran as fast as they could to somewhere where they could cry, laugh, smile, do whatever they want. She saw this and for once in her life  her eyes had a twinkle in them, her lips curled the right way, and she didn’t need makeup to look okay. The director decided to call in more actors but he realized that his play was repetitive but not in the way he wanted it to be. No one wanted to be perfect but for some reason he needed them to be.