Chapter One Going Through the Auditions, Take One
"Every single night, the same arrangement, I go out and fight the fight, still I always feel, the strangest strangement, nothing here is real, nothing here is wrong– oh wait! No! Nothing here is, uh– good?"
I sighed. God, how hard was it to memorize some lyrics, anyway? Oh, I, by the way, means Buffy Summers, the Slayer, Chosen One, blah, blah, blah. I was in the casting studio with my little sis, Dawn, my best friends, Willow, Xander, Tara, and Anya, my Watcher Giles, and...Spike. I don't know if you would call Spike my boyfriend or not. I mean, we're screwing each other, but no one else knows. Yet. They'll know as soon as they read the script.
Oh, I'm ahead of myself. The script is for a musical that us Scoobies were forced to sing by the lord of the Dance, Sweet. God, I hate that demon. And the one singing was DEFINITELY not me. I can remember the words to my own song! The person singing was Ginny Weasley, one of the girls who had turned up to audition for me, and she was a pretty good me. Except she can't sing for crap. Why was she auditioning for OUR musical that we were FORCED to perform? I thought it would be a cool idea to reproduce and direct our own musical. And here we are. I looked at the list of people who were here to audition for me:
Ginny Weasley,
Cho Chang,
Luna Lovegood,
Lavender Brown,
Parvati Patil,
Padma Patil,
Fleur Delacour,
Pansy Parkinson,
Marietta Edgecomb.
I'd seen all of them perform, and truthfully, they'd all make a pretty crappy me. And I need to find someone soon. Frustrated, I went over to people auditioning for Tara. Luna was singing "Under Your Spell." Now Luna is an amazing singer. She was just to weird for me. But, if you ask me, she'd make the perfect Tara. And apparently, Tara thought so too, 'cause she gave her the part.
I moved on to the casting of Xander. Ron was auditioning, and personally, I think he SUCKS at the part of Xander. He just did not look anything like him. I think Harry would've been a better choice. Why do I say "would've been?" 'Cause as I watched, I saw Xander congratulating Ron. That could only mean one thing. He'd gotten the part.
I kept track in my head. 'TaraLuna, XanderRon..." I moved on to lil' sis' auditions. Here are the people trying out: Cho Chang
Ginny Weasley
Fleur Delacour
and Hermione Granger. "Hmmm. Who's she?" I wondered put loud. She hadn't auditioned for me. She must be shy, you know, not in the center of attention that I, (this sounds snotty, but I AM) had to be in when we did the musical. As I wondered through the cast members and the various people trying out, I paused to watch Anya argue with a girl about nineteen who had silvery blonde hair. It was practically glowing. It was Fleur Delacour. Now I thought that Fleur was a complete brat, but she was just as blunt and to the point as Anya was, and who DOESN'T think she's pretty? I was actually gonna go over and stop the fight when I stopped short.
I lost my breath. I was gazing at an exact and complete Spike look-a-like. Well, I am exaggerating, but really, if Spike was a sixteen year old human, he would look just like that, only a little bit hotter. I ran up to Willow, who was watching Susan Bones try out for her.
"Will!!!" I said, in an urgent whisper.
"Yep?" she replied cheerfully.
"Who is blondie boy right there?" I pointed at the gorgeous stranger.
"Oh, that's Draco Malfoy. Didn't you hear? He got the part as Spike."