"Beep! Beep!" Honked horns as my mom viciously drove. I hung on for dear life, struggling to apply my lipstick, waiting for the right moment, a smooth road with no potholes. Time was running out and I still wasn't ready. I knew I couldn't be late to the christmas play. I scored the part of Angel Gabriel this year, making this role really important. As if my mom read my mind, she drove faster. We both secretly knew that we were going to be late, but how did I get here? Let me backtrack.

It was 4:30PM and I was feeling a bit tired. After having a stressful day with Christmas being tomorrow, I wanted to sleep forever, but I knew I couldn't. The annual Christmas Eve Christmas reenactment was tonight and after getting a big role, I knew I couldn't miss it. Still, I didn't want to be tired and forget my lines. Somehow, my body convinced my mind to give me a quick power nap of 10 minutes. I quickly set my alarm and instantaneously, my lights were out. I knew inside that this wasn't such a good choice, but I did it anyways. From there, everything all went downhill.

A fainted beeping sound slowly increased to my ears. I said to myself, five more minutes when I heard a familiar voice. "Jasmin! You're asleep? You're so bad!" It was my mom talking in Vietnamese. My head swung up in confusion. "Huh?" I asked still drowsy. "You're late! Your phone has been ringing forever! I thought you knew! The Christmas Play! You should've been ready half an hour ago!" She said. I reached for my phone to turn off the alarm and it was already 5 PM. I had five minutes to get out of the house and we both knew that it would be a disaster.

My mom helped me get ready and we left the house in 5 minutes. It was the quickest that I've ever gotten dressed before. I took my emergency make-up kit into the car and tried to put on makeup, but with all the city potholes and reckless drivers, as well as me being in a rush, my makeup didn't turn out as well as it could've. Don't even get me started on the hair. It's always a mess to begin with. I looked out the window as we zipped past cars, trying to make green lights, and switching lanes constantly. With every minute that past, we were definitely up against time.

I saw our destination slowly coming up. Glancing at the clock, it was exactly 5:15. We were cutting really close. I thought it was going to be like Scrooge's love for Belle, hopeless, but I made it in time. I ran through the backdoor entrance, rushing to get my props and go on stage. As I ran to my dressing room, people saw me as a Jesus figure and were relieved that I was finally here. Everyone gathered around, trying to help fix my appearance and make me look more presentable in the short amount of time we had. At least I didn't look like I just woke up.

It was time for my scene. I walked out onstage, prepared and ready to rock this show. For the first time, I admired the setting of the church stage. It was like a Garden of Eden. Everything seemed perfect. My scene actually went smoothly. I didn't mess up or miss anything so everything was pretty much fine. After the scene, I went backstage to fix myself up a bit for the finale. I looked a lot better than I did earlier. Everyone went out for the finale song and wore smiles on their faces as we danced and pranced around. The last song ended and everyone was smiling with glee. After the play, I changed to casual clothes and joined my mom, dad, and little brother in the pews as we enjoyed the rest of mass.