A/N: Another story. I know, I should be working on the others. Like really. But this one just came randomly, and I had to write it down.
Disclaimer: Me no be Jane Austen. Me be Dumbledore.
DAY 1
If you're reading this, remind me never to volunteer to teach a children's choir day camp ever again. Even if Jane begs on her knees (which she did). I'm seriously rethinking my decision to teach "unprivileged children the fine art of singing in a safe environment," or whatever the heck the brochure said. Because, you see, the torture began today. And let's say that I'm not loving it at all.
The day started with Jane pounding on my door furiously at 5:30. Which sucked. I was just dreaming about… Actually, I forget what I was dreaming about. Suffice to say it was a very good dream. And then she forced me to get into something other than my pajama bottoms and t-shirt. Which is a very nice t-shirt, mind you. It had Hello Kitty on it! After that, she gave me some coffee (and she knows I hate the stuff. I'll get her back one day) and we headed out the door. She drove, thankfully, but by the time we got there I was practically ready to barf from all that coffee. We were at a loss as to how to carry Jane's keyboard in. A guy with a nice smile came at one point and asked if we needed help. We did, especially with my little to no upper body strength. So he took the entire thing and carried it into the room. He seemed nice enough, and told us he would be working in the other program there- the acting program. We shook hands, and I found out his name was Charles Bingley. And he was the assistant to the I'm-so-high-and-mighty Darcy (okay, he didn't actually say it like that, but…). Charles called over to the next room for his friend. Darcy emerged, wearing a scowl to rival Darth Vader's on a bad day. He seemed terminally grumpy. He nodded coolly, and then turned to ask Charles about something or other. Thus the high-and-mighty thing.
The students came pouring in at 8. I became friends with a soft-spoken girl named Mary. They were not the best singers in the world, but everyone's got to start somewhere! They auditioned for alto and soprano and we placed them in their separate groups. We started with some icebreakers (yes, I hate them, but Jane said it was necessary). Then, we moved on to some simple songs- Home on the Range, etc. At 3 they left for the day.
I stuck my head in the door to the other room with the drama students, curious to see what they were up to. They seemed to be doing one of those tableau exercises, and it was really funny to see Darcy bending over backwards as a table. And a bit disturbing (in a good way, I suppose). I mean, who looks good whilst pretending to be a 4-legged inanimate object? I know only one person to date. He saw me staring and turned redder than he already was from all the blood rushing to his head. He muttered something to Charles, and they ended the tableau there.
By that time, Jane was finished packing up. We headed out the door. DAY 1 OF CRUEL TORTURE IS DONE!
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