A.N. I own none of the characters from Ed, Edd n' Eddy, or the OC's Nathan Goldberg and James "Rave" Castellanos. They are owned by Danny Antonucci, c2ndy2cid and eyugho respectively. My OC's Logan and Adrianna Canterbury, Emily Sanders, and Vanko Barsky and any other characters not mentioned belong to me. I also own none of the content from the musical "The Drowsy Chaperone." Enjoy, review and cheers!

The day has finally come. The time to set the stage for yet another musical by Peach Creek. The process was just beginning, auditions were starting today after school. Many of the fellow Thespians from the Drama Club were auditioning, hoping to be picked as a lead. One boy decided to push his chances and audition for a role of high skill. What was the show, you ask? The show chosen by the director was The Drowsy Chaperone. What role was this male going out for? The role of the-showgirl-giving-up-her-career-for-love, Janet Van de Graaf. Yes, he was going out for a female role, but he had a relatively feminine appearance. What was this boy's name? He was none other than James Castellanos, better known as James.

He sat, waiting for his name to be called by the director to go in and be judged on his singing by him, and the music director.

"James Castellanos." He could hear his name being called by the director. He stood up, and walked to the stage. In front of it sat the director, Professor Hamilton, and the music director, Dr. Riley sat at the piano.

"Good evening James," Professor Hamilton said. "Could you please sing measures 124 to 145 in "Show Off" please?" James nodded his head, and opened his book to the proper page. He looked down at Dr. Riley.

"Are you ready, James?" she asked him. He nodded his head. "Here's your starting note." She played it for him on the piano. He hummed to himself. She started to play, then cued him in. He began to sing, putting a feminine tone on his male voice.

"I don't wanna change keys no more,

I don't wanna strip-tease no more,

I don't wanna say cheese no more,

I don't care if you scoff."

As he reached higher pitches, his voice did not respond in as pleasant of a way. His tone wavered. Nonetheless, he kept singing.

"I don't wanna be cheered no more,

Praised no more,

Grabbed no more,

Touched no more,

Loved no more.

I don't wanna show off,

I don't wanna show off,

I don't wanna show off." He took a large breath quickly before his final notes.

"I don't wanna show…" He pushed his voice higher. "Off….!" He could barely hold out until the end of the note. "No more."

The director walks over to Dr. Riley, and they discuss something quietly for a couple minutes. After they finish, the director looks up at James.

"Could you also sing "As We Stumble Along" for us?" he asked, sitting back in his chair. James nodded his head.

"What measures?" James asked as he flipped to the song in his book.

"Measures 1 to 32," the director replied.

"Here's your first note." Dr. Riley played the note for him. She cued him in and he began to sing in a deeper, fuller tone.

"As we stumble along,

On life's funny journey,

As we stumble along,

Into the blue,

We look here and we look there,

Seeking answers everywhere,

Never sure of where to turn or what to do." James took a nice breath and continued singing in this more comfortable range.

"Still we bumble our way,

Through life's crazy labyrinth,

Barely knowing left from right,

Nor right from wrong." He prepared himself to push his voice up again to more uncomfortable heights.

"And the best that we can do,

Is hope a bluebird,

Will sing his song…

As we stumble along…"

The director walked back over to Dr. Riley, and they spoke for a moment. They looked up at James.

"Thank you, James," the director said. "You may go now."

He nodded his head in understanding, and walked off the stage. He walked into the hall where all the others were waiting.

"So, how'd you do, Jamie?" James looked toward the source, a short, redheaded, busty female who never knew how to keep her breasts in her shirt. He glared at her.

"I did wonderfully," he replied. He started to walk away.

"As the Chaperone, yes. As Janet...not so much." James froze in his spot, but decided to ignore her and head home. Now, he just had to wait for the list to come out.

…..Two days later- Present…...

As soon as school ends, everyone that auditioned rushes to the list. James takes his time even though he is excited to know what role he received. He kept his fingers crossed that he would be Janet, but I could easily be The Drowsy Chaperone. James finally makes it to the list, which is not visible beyond all the people looking it, none of them leads.

"Out of my way," James says as he pushes his way through to see the list. The others part out of fear of the actor. His skill is excellent in all fields, but his personality is not something you want to test. He looks at the list.

Cast List:

Man in Chair- Jimmy Christenson

Janet Van de Graaf- Adrianna Canterbury

Robert Martin- Logan Canterbury

George- Johnny Grove

The Drowsy Chaperone- James Castellanos

Aldolpho- Nathan Goldberg

Mrs. Tottendale- Eddward Vincent

Underling- Kevin Barr

Mr. Feldzieg- Eddy Sampson

Kitty- Sarah Hill

Gangsters- Rolf Kelamis and Ed Hill

Trix the Aviatrix- Nazz Fitzgerald

Understudies:

Janet Van de Graaf: James Castellanos

Robert Martin: Nathan Goldberg

The Drowsy Chaperone: Emily Sanders

Aldolpho: Vanko Barsky

"Looks like I'm Janet, Jamie," someone says from next to him. James looks at her.

"Congrats on landing the role, Adri," James says through gritted teeth.

"And congrats to you on being...second." James glares at her, and she smiles triumphantly. Everyone around them disperses, all them being afraid of getting between them and their large egos.

"Oh look," Adri says, pointing at the understudies. "It looks like you're my understudy. I guess that's the closest to first you're ever going to get." James balls his fists up at her. She laughs triumphantly and struts away, flipping some of long, bright red hair over her shoulder. James storms into the auditorium, not even taking note of anyone on the list, especially the part written directly below his.

James places his bag in a chair and sits in the chair next to it. From across the room, James spots a certain teal-haired teen running towards him. He sighs to himself.

'Nat…' he thinks to himself. 'What the fuck does he want?'

"Rave! Rave!" Nat yells as he runs up to James.

"The fuck do you want?" James asks, already annoyed just by Nat's presence.

"Congrats on getting the Chaperone's part," he says enthusiastically. "We'll be working together a lot."

"What are you talking about, you dipshit?" James asks, confused, but not showing that.

"Well...let's just say…" Nat clears his throat and sings three notes, the second word having a piercingly high note for a male. 'I am... Aldolpho!'

James stands up. "What?!"

Nat nods his head with a big, goofy smile on it. "We'll be 'making love' together, princess." He wiggles his eyebrows at James flirtatiously.

"This...cannot be happening. You've gotta be lying." He looks at Nat, desperately. "Right?"

"I'm not lying, Jamie." James glares at him and points his finger at him.

"Don't you ever call me that again, you motherfucker."

"And if I do?" Nat crosses his arms over his chest defiantly.

"I will chop your dick off and feed it to a pack of wolves."

"Or you could just suck it anytime you wanted to." James wills himself not to break the annoying teen's nose. He backs away slowly, and turns away from him, letting out a sound of pure frustration as he storms off. Nat spots Kevin across the room and heads over to him.

"Congrats bro, on being Underling," Nat says, patting Kevin on the back.

"Why thank you, good fellow," Kevin says in a British accent. "How's it sound, dude?"

"Good," Nat replies. "Very old and British sounding." Nat spots Eddward. "Oh! Tottie-Pottie!"

Eddward looks at Nat strangely. Nat waves at him. "Congrats!"

"Thank you, Nathan. Same to you." He keeps walking.

"Dude, your Tottendale is absolutely adorable," Nat says, looking at Kevin. "Have fun not falling in love with that."

"Dude," Kevin begins. "I'm not like you. I'm not gay."

"Still, he's pretty fucking adorable. And I am pansexual, Kevin. Not gay."

"Hey." Adri's Boston accent booms throughout the room. Nat and Kevin look at her. She approaches them.

"Did you tell Rave the news the way I told you to do it?" she asks Nat.

"Yep," Nat replies. "He almost slaughtered me after going through a state of denial."

"I bet he's so distraught over not being cast as Janet," she replies. "He would have served the acting well, he is a drama queen after all." She looks at Nat. "Have fun with controlling that."

"As I always do," Nat says with a forced smile. Adri winks at him and saunters away. Nat looks at Kevin.

"I hate working with him," Nat says.

"Dude, practically everyone does. He's stubborn and moody."

"His talent is absolutely amazing," Nat says. "But...his personality…"

"Say no more," Kevin says. "I understand."

Across the room, James paces back and forth, trying to get his mind off of who is 'Aldolpho' is.

"Rave?" Someone touches his shoulder. He turns around, saying, "Who the fuck touched me?" He looks and sees that Eddward is standing there. "Oh, sorry Double D."

"It's alright," he replies. "What's wrong, Rave?"

"My 'Aldolpho' is a fucking idiot, that's what," he replies. "How am I expected to work with that dipshit?"

"Nat has redeeming qualities about him," Eddward says. "He's an enthusiastic person."

"He also has no off-switch," James says, finally giving up on pacing and opting to sit instead.

"Yes, I understand that," Eddward says, sitting next to him. The director walks into view, looking for someone. James notices him.

"Professor Hamilton," he says, gaining his director's attention.

"Ah, James. I was looking for you," he says, walking over to him. He sits next to him.

"I hope you understand why we cast you as the Chaperone."

"I do, but I would love to hear your reasons," James says, interested.

"Well, your vocals as Janet are a little shaky. Also, you performed the best out of anyone as the Chaperone. If it were a test, you would have passed with flying colors."

This boosted James's confidence and fed his ego. "Why, thank you sir."

"Nobody can do sarcastic and sassy as well as you can." This caught James by surprise.

"Excuse me?"

"You were born with a personality made just for the part." The director stands. "Thanks for understanding." He walks away. James balls his hands into fists again.

"Is that what he really thinks of me? A sassy, sarcastic bitch?"

"Rave, calm down." James glares daggers at him.

"Get out of my presence." Eddward quickly stands and leaves him be.

James sighs angrily as he wraps his brain around what the director had just told him.