beauty and the beast auditions -- [open]

[_bjscw]

The drama teacher had a busy summer. She managed to get married and pregnant all in the span of three months time. Therefore, she had decided to take a school year off to devote to her pregnancy and the baby once she gave birth. This meant the job had to be refilled, and who better to occupy the position than the teacher's nephew?

His name was Tad Springsteen, and he decided as soon as he took the job that he wasn't going to make his students refer to him as 'Mr. Springsteen'. His first name would do. He actually had a promising Broadway future ahead of him, with his amazing dancing and singing skills, so it was a wonder why he agreed to take the job as a theatrical teacher at Stewart. But when he was offered it, he jumped at the chance. Apparently he had some sort of attachment to the idea...

And now Tad sat in the auditorium, waiting for the students to file in and tryout for this year's production of Beauty and the Beast. His bright blond hair seemed to reflect light under the powerful stage beams overhead, and his eyes dazzled green. He was twenty-four and good looking, which probably also added to the confusion of his taking a job here. Most of the Stewart staff were old and bitter, and none were as attractive as Tad. Needless to say, his female drama students had no problems kissing up to him for bigger roles in the plays and skits they performed. But none of that appealed to him. He was here for his reasons, and he wouldn't be distracted by anything.

[rcbcbsn. (ℓ)]

Chandler was freaking out a little bit. The past two years at Stewart she had done this to herself twice. She had auditioned for the musical. Why, she really had no idea. Chandler wasn't exactly a theatre student. Last year, however, she had managed to snag the understudy role. The only thing that had kept her sane was the fact that she'd never actually have to go up and perform because she was only the understudy. Yet, here she was again, offering herself up to the drama teacher to go up on stage and perform. She must have been nuts. That was the only reason why she could have possibly subjected herself to this again.

With a heavy sigh, Chandler pulled open the heavy auditorium door. When she stepped inside, she winced. Great, not only was the nuts, she was also annoyingly on time and the only student in the auditorium. Lovely. Frowning, Chandler made her way slowly down the center aisle, dragging her feet a considerable amount. She really didn't want to be all alone in the auditorium with the drama teacher. In all honesty, the woman freaked her out a bit. Most of the time she was acting like a little kid on uppers. It was mildly terrifying to be quite honest. But as Chandler moved closer to the stage she noticed it wasn't the woman who had directed Hairspray last year, but someone completely different. It wasn't even a woman sitting there.

"You're not Miss Smith." Chandler said flatly once she reached the first row of seats, her eyebrows knitting together. Very astute observation, Chandler.

ooc , going to bring brooklyn in next post. 'cause i'm lazy right now. xD

[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[andi !]

“There is no such thing as Superman!” Paul exclaimed for the umpteenth time, rolling his eyes to himself. He followed behind Andrea to the auditorium, his slow pace causing the petite girl, who had rushed ahead despite her much shorter stride length, to now turn around and walk backwards while glaring at him.

“Shut up, Paul!” Andrea shot back, frowning. She knew that Superman wasn’t real. But if she liked to think that he was, liked to think that there was someone like Clark Kent looking out for humanity, who was Paul Kessler to squash her illusions? Superman could be real, for all he knew. Maybe he was just a better hider than Christopher Reeves would suggest.

“Oh, c’mon, Andrea. You can’t be serious.”

“Says who?”

“There is no Superman!”

“LALALALALA, I CAN’T HEAR YOU.”

Thus, Andrea ran into the auditorium with her fingers in her ears and her eyes closed (she knew the expression was I can’t hear you, not I can’t see you, but thought that closing her eyes added some sort of dramatic effect.), which, in retrospect, had been a bad idea. Of course, she didn’t notice this until she ran into a chair (the aisles weren’t completely straight, and it was clearly more the fault of the architecture than Andrea’s inability to walk, or run, in a straight line). With a squeal of surprise, Andrea toppled forwards over the chair, her head hitting the top of the chair on her way down. She landed on her butt, luckily, in between two rows of seats.

“Ow,” she mumbled, surprised, as she opened her eyes. Frowning slightly and rubbing her head, she stayed seated a minute.

Paul had paused in the doorway, standing at prime location to see Andrea’s oh-so graceful fall. He clasped a hand over his mouth to contain his laughter as he rushed forwards to make sure she wasn’t hurt. If she wasn’t, he could commence laughing with no scruples. But if she was actually hurt, he’d feel bad laughing at her. Just a bit.

“You alright?” he asked, standing over her. Andrea grumbled a response that sounded like a yeah, then hopped to her feet, more steadily than Paul would have expected. And thus, Paul couldn’t contain his quiet giggle fit as he followed Andrea down the aisle towards the stage. Disgruntled, she settled into an empty seat in the second row, rubbing her head all the while. After containing his laughter, Paul sat beside her. “You’re a buffoon,” he informed her, grinning. She pursed her lips, then stuck her tongue out at him.

“I blame you,” Andrea grumbled, not in a tad of a bad mood as she crossed her arms haughtily over her chest, stubbornly facing forwards and looking at the stage and the director. Who, she noticed, was not the same as last year. No, this year it was a cute, younger male. The corner of her lips twitched upwards, but she stubbornly pushed this back into a pout. Paul rolled his eyes, then leaned back in his own chair.

[_bjscw]

Tad was focused on his clipboard when the first few students began entering the auditorium, running his eyes over the list of names on the sign up sheet. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the voice of a girl in front of him, and he snapped his head up to look at her. The next few seconds were very awkward and silent, as his eyes widened and his heart began thumping against his chest. And no, it wasn't because he was nervous that the first auditioner had arrived.

"Uh... you're right, I'm not Miss Smith," Tad answered slowly, his voice still sounding a bit dazed. "I'm her nephew. She got married and is having a baby soon, so... I'm taking over." He ran his fingers through his hair, wondering whether he should have written this up as an announcement or something. He didn't feel like explaining to every single student why Miss Smith wasn't there. He momentarily moved his eyes when two other students came barreling in the auditorium, arguing about Superman or something. The distraction was small, and he looked back at Chandler.

[ashingliee]

&Now we`re gonna start
A Riot.

It was only a wonder why no one was currently following Eric Rick Johnson around at the moment. The seventeen year old senior wasn't too conceited that he was worrying about that fact. He was currently content with himself and his younger brother, almost equally as known as him. It was just an older brother thing. The seventeen year old just liked to be a bit, or a whole lot, better than his younger brother in just about... everything. And he was. The two Johnson boys walked respectfully next to each other down the hall. Devin already felt pressured for some reason. He didn't usually do anything with his brother and just walking next to him made him scared, but he knew he was safe at school. Eric wouldn't dare hit him in front of others.

"Don't you think they should just hand me the Beast role? I'm probably going to be the only person auditioning for it that's good enough." Eric heaved a sigh and easily pushed open the auditorium doors for his brother and him. The auditorium was all too familiar to the senior. He remembered performing for the talent show several times with a few of his friends, and once with his brother, either playing the piano or his trumpet. Never before was it singing or acting, just his pure talent. He never thought that his voice was too hideous and he had also memorized lines and performed well enough for school skits. Devin, the fifteen year old blondie looked up at his claret colored haired brother with a quizzical look.

"Just because you're a bunch of great things, that doesn't mean they have to hand everything down to you. Some one might get the part that's actually better than you. How awful would that be?" Devin release a fake gasp of fright. His hand flew to his mouth and he continued to walk on ahead, toward the front seats. It was true, he wasn't going to try out for anything. All he wanted to do was help out behind stage and be a part of the stage crew, if there was one. The boy wouldn't mind leading one as well. He also wanted more hours for the National Honor Society for the year, more than the sixty plus hours he had already put in. And the new teacher couldn't necessarily say no to him. Devin was skillful in arts and crafts. He could paint a scenery if needed, make something, and he could definitely help in making a dress or modernized suits for the Beast and any other male figures in the play. The fifteen year old didn't even know the characters involved in Beauty and the Beast all too well to audition for some musical.

Eric smirked at his brother and then gave him a look of disgust. He was glad that no one was around to hear the smart ass remark. He would certainly chastise his brother later on for such mouth. They better damn well make him one of the lead roles, this was going to be something he wanted to do just for kicks and fun, though. Quickly catching up to his younger brother, they approached the center stage. They both recognized that other quirky students were there, but they didn't personally know them well enough to greet them. The two brothers stopped to greet the new teacher formally.

"Hello, Mr. Tad! It's nice to see you and it's awfully nice that you've filled in for Ms. Smith. I'm thankful for your presence here at Stewart High!" Eric finished off by giving the young teacher a big cheesy smile, that even caused himself to chuckle at the attempts of his formality. But the seventeen year old was certainly appreciative of Mr. Tad. Now it was Devin's turn. How could he show up Eric? Devin was much more formal than his brother, but that often backfired, for people would take him as a serious person when he was rather laid back at times. He would just have to try acting as polite as he could. "Oh, it's nice to meet you as well, Mr. Tad! Thank you for working with the school to put on an amazing production!" Devin said in his happy, go-lucky, high pitched tone of voice, coming off as more of a seven year old than a fifteen year old. "I'm not interested in auditioning, sorry. I'm here to possibly help you out behind the scenes, with anything. I'm very well with my hands, I could sew a dress or work with the lights, curtains, set up scenes. Stuff like that!" As Devin began to describe what he could do to help out, Eric knew his brother was getting increasingly nervous, so instinctively he wrapped his arm around his younger brother in hopes that would reassure him and bring back the paleness to his cheeks rather than the spots of red. Devin finished and gave a warm smile to Mr. Tad, in hopes that he would accept the boy's help in the production of the play.

[asf!]

It had been a long time since Frankie had even thought of trying out for the play. It wasn’t a Frankie thing to do, especially when nobody she knew was trying out. It was something she was doing so she would have something to do instead of just mope around all the time. It wasn’t all her decision. She had absolutely nothing to do with it at first. She was fine with being a hermit. But Allie had to change things, didn’t she? Allie always loved change. Frankie on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with it. Things would always be the same. She would be a hermit and everyone else would carry on.

Allie’s plans were so much different. She was planning on going to auditions with Frankie, trying out, and being goof balls just as they did every year. Little did Allie know Frankie was being a hermit? So with that, Allie’s plans had changed immensely. She sacrificed the entire play for Frankie. Allie was pretending to be sick when she called Frankie that morning, begging her to take her place at auditions and at least try to make a good role. Frankie was totally against it until Allie started crying. Of course, Frankie was immune to people crying usually. But Allie didn’t want Frankie to be alone all the time. She needed something to do, something to keep her busy.

So here was Frankie, readying herself to walk into the auditorium and get stared at. She had her guitar close to her so she could always make a run for it if she got too nervous and decided to run. It was a possibility. It was hard for her to just step into the auditorium without fighting for control. It was like somebody else lived in Frankie’s mind and controlled all of her thoughts and fears. If that was true, the person in her mind was probably a shy and timid little girl at her first day of kindergarten and not a bold seventeen year old trying out for the school musical. Go figure.

Frankie’s hair was perfect today. It was exceptionally straight, and hung like it was supposed to. She thought it was because of the way she had done it this morning. She changed the part over to the side, and continued brushing it for almost half an hour. Her torso was adorned in a gray hooded sweatshirt, her legs covered in dark wash jeans. Her feet were covered by her usual black ballet flats. Nothing was ordinary about Frankie’s choice in wardrobe today.

She almost turned around and ran as she saw two boys that she found awfully familiar. Devin and Eric Johnson. Her feet felt like they were stuck in quicksand and she couldn’t move no matter how hard she tried. Frankie couldn’t run backwards, and she sure as hell couldn’t keep going forward. So she chose the latter and quickly walked to the left, sitting down in one of the end seats in the back row. Frankie kept her guitar tight to her chest, ready to take off if she needed to.

[/blockquote]

[rcbcbsn. (ℓ)]

"Oh, well... tell her congratulations." Chandler said with a small smile. Well, that was reassuring at least - if someone as off her nut as Miss Smith could find a man to marry and have a family with, that gave hope to a lot of the students of Stewart who were also off their nut. "You should be ready for some drama, though. I'm warning you now. Last year there were a lot of fights. And tears." Chandler chuckled softly to herself, lowering herself into a seat beside Tad. "It was insanity. So... yeah, prepare yourself." Ironically, there would probably be about double the drama now that Tad was here - since he was so attractive all the girls were going to be showing off for him and things never seemed to end very well for anyone when that happened. Still smiling, Chandler pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on her knees. "Oh, and I'm Chandler, by th-" The seventeen year old frowned, her eyebrows knitting together as two rather pompous boys interrupted her. And she couldn't help but roll her eyes as they spoke. They were both such... kiss asses.

(And because I'm lazy and don't feel like recreating the post I finished a lost, Brooklyn entered in her normal Brooklyn fashion. and yeah. xD)

[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[_bjscw]

Tad raised an eyebrow at both Eric and Devin, and it took all his focus and energy to keep from snorting at the two. Instead he flashed them both a quick smile, and spoke to them very quickly. "That's good, we're going to need some tech members, so I'm glad you're here." He told Devin, and kind of shrugged off the older brother. Then he immediately looked back at Chandler, seeing as it was hard to keep his attention off of her in the first place. He didn't know how long he could keep his cool with her standing right there...

"Yeah, I heard this school is filled with drama outside of musicals and plays." Tad chuckled lightly, wishing he could reach out and just touch Chandler's hair. It looked so smooth and pretty... he would have done it if he hadn't come to his senses just in time. Immediately Tad looked down at his clipboard, his left eye twitching slightly. He had to keep his cool in front of the students...