I`m so excited because I`m gonna go to the High School of Performing
Arts, I mean I was dying to be a serious actress.
Anyway, it`s our first day acting class and we`re in the auditorium and
the teacher, Mr. Karp, puts us upon the stage with
our legs around everybody, one in back of the other, and he says:
Okay, we`re gonna do improvisations...Now, you`re on a
bobsled and it`s snowing out and it`s cold... Okay, go!Ev`ryday
for a week we would try to feel the motion,Feel the motion down
the hill.Ev`ry day for a week we would try to hear the wind rushHear
the wind rush, feel the chillAnd I dug right down to the bottom
of my soul To see what I had inside.Yes, I dug right down to
the bottom of my soul And I tried, I tried!And everybody goin`
Woosh... woosh ... I feel the snow, I feel the
cold,I feel the air... And Mr. Karp turns to me and he says: Okay,
Morales, what did you feel?And I said... Nothing, I`m feeling
nothing,And he says Nothing could get a girl transferred.They
all felt something, but I felt nothingExcept the feelin` that
this bullshit was absurd!But I said to myself, Hey, it`s only
the first week. Maybe it`s
genetic, They don`t have bobsleds in San Juan!Second week, more
advanced, And we had to be a table, Be a sportscar,
Ice-cream cone.Mister Karp, he would say, Very good, except
Morales.Try, Morales, all alone.And I dug right down to the
bottom of my soul To see how an ice cream
felt... Yes, I dug right down to the bottom of my soul
And I tried to melt!The kids yelled, Nothing! They called me
NothingAnd Karp allowed it, which really makes me burn.They
were so helpful, they called me Hopeless,Until I really didn`t
know where else to turn.And Karp kept saying, Morales, I think
you should transfer to Girl`s
High, You`ll never be an actress, Never! Jesus Christ!Went to
church, praying, Santa Maria, Send me guidance,Send me guidance
on my knees.Went to church praying, Santa Maria, Help me feel
it,Help me feel it pretty please.And a voice from down at the
bottom of my soulCame up to the top of my headAnd a voice from
down at the bottom of my soul, Here is what it said:This man
is nothing! This course is nothing!If you want something go find
another class.And when you find one You`ll be an actress.And
I assure you that`s what fin`lly came to pass.Six months later
I heard that Karp had died.And I dug right down to the bottom
of my soul And cried...`Cause I felt nothing.
