(.1.)
"Janine Harrison, age fifteen." said a slender female with deep, chocolate eyes and long blonde hair. Her voice was sweet and mellow. Janine had pale skin and slender fingers. She wore blue capris sweats and a baby green tank.
Janine slumped back down into her chair. "Thank you, Miss Harrison." Mrs. Drayke said, in her matter-of-fact tone that drove Janine up the wall. She scribbled on her clipboard, her bony fingers surprisingly strong. Her grey hair was pinned neatly and her flat nose flared. "We'll be in touch."
Janine leaned back in her chair. Hilda Drayke play favorites in her productions. It was the elephant in the room that she did. If it weren't for the other two instructors, Steven Grandy and Laura Blind, Janine wouldn't even get cast for the shows.
A cockey laugh filled the black and baron room. Janine leaned foward in her chair. Mrs. Drayke was laughing at a joke that Sierra Baldmen had just made. Sierra was Drayke's favorite. Nearly every time a new production came up, Baldmen was cast as lead.
Groaning, Janine looked at her watch. It was three-fifteen. They had forty-five minutes left until they announced who was casted and who wasn't. Although, Janine was almost positive she'd be casted in the ensemble.
Minutes flew by as the judges tested each auditioners ability to dance, sing, and act. Right, left, left kick, turn, leap, touch, Janine counted the steps in her mind as she performed them. SHe wasn't the best dancer, but she wasn't horrible, either.
"Here you are, Janine," said Mr. Grandy. He wasn't in charge of the productions, that was Mrs. Drayke's job, but he did have great influence. He smiled at her as he handed Janine a sheet of paper containing a segment of a song and lines for her to read.
Janine read the sheet, practicing the lines in her head. She would not settle for an ensemble role tthis time, this being her fifteenth audition. When her name was called, she stood. Mrs. Drayke glared at her.
"Miss Harrison," she snapped. "Please read your lines." Janine almost thought she heard her say 'as if it mattered' under her breath. Taking in air from the diaphragm, she spoke, loudly and clearly. "Simply that, dear Eustice. Mr. Conrad is an arrogant pig, and should be punished. He belongs not in our thoughts, nor our lives."
Mr. Grandy smiled. Ms. Blind scribbled on her noteboard. Mrs. Drayke nodded disapprovingly. "Now. Sing." she croaked, obviosly bored. Janine glared. Taking in lots of air, she sang: "I miss you, in the daytime, when the moon shines, too I want to hug you, and kiss you, and hear your voice again, I love you! I need you I--"
"Thank you, Harrison." Mrs. Drayke said, cutting her off. That really ticked off Janine, but she sat down anyway. The time passed, as each auditioners got up and performed. Mrs. Drayke cut most of them off, too. That is, except Sierra. Mrs. Drayke let her sing the entire song, the whole five minutes.
Soon after, the three judges sent everbody out of the room and conversed. In the next room, Janine sat talking to her best friend, Kayla. She had short brown hair and green eyes. She was tall, tanned. The only fault was probably the acme that scattered around her face.
"Sorry she cut you short, Janine. I really wanted to hear you sing." Janine spun around. There stood the average-sized Sierra, with her long blonde hair high in a pony tail and her blue eyes dazzling.
Janine shrugged. "I'm used to it." Sierra sat down with her and Kayla. "Can you believe the newbies who are trying for the lead role of Castilla? It makes me sick." Janine and Kayla looked at eachother. Sierra had the attitude of 'I'm to good for this, I'm Broadway material now'.
Before they could reply, Laura Blind open the door. She smiled sweetly and said, "The list has been posted on the bullition." There was a stampede of people as they all rushed to see the list.
Janine scrambled to the front and read the bullition. "Omigod..." she whispered to herself.
To be continued...
broadwaychic · Wed Aug 08, 2007 @ 07:08am · 0 Comments |