Alexia Kalebic

Alexia Kalebic, 15

 

My people are 

1)  John Edmondson High School 

2)  Facebook

3) SRC (Student Representative Council)

 

I can… 

Dance, Sing, Act, Play Soccer, Draw (to a certain extent), Write AMAZING plays, Write Poems…

 

 

In the future I want to (learn how…be better at….be a….)

1) Script writer

2) Producer/director

3) Actress

 

 

I admire…

1)  Mother: May Kalebic

 

I am inspired by….

1) Teacher: Ashley Saberton

2) Mother: May Kalebic

3) In general, people who go for what they want

 

What does Power Up mean to me? Or why did you want to do Power Up?

 Power Up means a whole lot to me as this is what will further me in my career. At Power Up I’m doing what I do best and what I love to do. I have tried getting myself into the performing industry but most things are accessed by agents and at the moment agents are too expensive for what I can afford.

 

Work Samples

 

 

Suspicious Act 

(Monologue)

The one thing I hate.

 That gets under my skin, is you.

You act as if everything is fine.

You walk as if you have no shame.

What I see compared to what they see, are two different images.

A monster, I call you? Or shall it be a thief.

Theft is a crime.

To take away ones life is a crime.

You took ones life away.

This was no accident.

No, your finger didn’t just accidentally slip onto the trigger.

Can I ask you a question?

 What was going through your mind?

 How do you sleep at night?

I lov-ED you.

 I’m sure any young boy or girl would have seen you as their role model or hero because I know I did, but now a murderer?

I don’t know you anymore, and now you don’t know me.

You will be seeing me a lot whether it’s in your dreams or standing over you but you think your dreaming.

What ever you do, don’t close your eyes.

I can tell you now Dad, your GUILTY!

 

 

My Angel

(Monologue)

Yes, I remember it all.

That’s just something I can never forget.

When he told me I lost my trace of words.

I dropped to the floor.

It’s been 5 years now that he has been gone.

and till this day, not one day has gone past without me shedding a tear

Even though we were young, I knew he was the one that I would always love.

I just wish I could give him one last kiss.

You know, I didn’t even get to say a proper goodbye before he left.

All I could hear was the heart rate monitor flat lining then doctors and nurses just rushing towards him.

And all I did was cry and cry and question myself why?, WHY DID I LET HIM GO!

It was all my fault I should have taken care of him better when he was diagnosed with cancer.

But the reason I didn’t was because I was so in love with him, I couldn’t imagine my life without I’m, how was I supposed to imagine me never seeing him again, never feeling his warm breathe on my neck every again.

I just couldn’t do it…

I tried living a life full of happiness and blocking out everything else that mad me sad.

But by me doing that it was killing him more because I didn’t want to help him!

Every time he said to me babe, I’m dying, I’m in pain I would say NO, you’re FINE and your never going to leave me.

But the truth was he was. and I was foolish to not believe him.

But I was in love I wanted to help him but every time has smile turned upside down it just killed me.

Why couldn’t it be me?

He never smoked, never drank, never took drugs, was never bad at school, NOTHING, he was innocent, but apparently his time was up.

I guess God was really in need for an angel.

My Angel.

 

 

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(Poem)

The simplest things you do

The simplest things you say

Are the ones that count the most

A smile means so much more than a hello

A suttle kiss upon my check means a whole more than a kiss on my lips

It’s just the simplest things you do

That got me sprung out on you.

  

 

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(rap)

Don’t tell me you know what its like,

until you have been in my position and had to put up a fight,

fighting for something that you know is right,

so don’t go crying back to your daddy like a little baby at night because before you now it,

he wont be in your sight.

The way your living moneys not a problem,

for you,

there is no limit to your key card,

you’re all just smothered with luxury,

wrapped up with no sense of what is truly reality.

I’d love to see you step down and breathe my air,

it might not seem fair because for you,

daddy will always be there,

filling up your pockets before they reach low and even then you still won’t be satisfied because you just heard Louise Vuitton committed suicide