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Title: To dance or to dream? Status: Way undone Summary: You guys are lucky I'm actually doing one of these this time. Sarah is now eighteen and has given up acting to be a dancer. She makes her auditions for the musical Cats as does her friends Rebecca and John. She lands a part opposite of her boyfriend John, but on opening night, who is the mystery man playing Rum Tum Tugger? Why is he altering the show, kissing Sarah in the middle of it? What will happen to our heroine after this night of dance? Go Underground or remain a star for her performance?
You may or may not find out. Lol. Depending on what you people think of my story, will be what chooses if I can continue it or not.
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! Sarah opened her eyes and groaned. She hit the button that shut the damn clock up. It was 5:30 in the morning, on Saturday. "Why am I up so early again? OH YEAH! MY AUDITIONS ARE TODAY!" she said. She sprung out of her bed and walked across her apartment room to her closet. She pulled on black tights and her black leotard, yawning. She then put on her waving black skirt. She stood up, lifting herself onto releve a few times to warm up. She walked over to her vanity table and shoved the clothes off of the seat. She sat down and grabbed her brush.
"Oh my god I look like utter and complete CRAP!" she said to herself.
She started to brush out her hair, she had combed it straight the night before. She brushed it back and picked up a pony-tail holder. She slipped it around her thin chocolate hair. She then twirled it and pulled it into a flawless bun, sticking various bobby pins in any which direction. She pulled on her black jazz shoes and threw her foot warmers on over them. She walked over to the bar on her wall and started warming up and stretching. Her turn out was perfect, and she had good feet for dancing. She never fell or missed a turn. She had been learning a routine for the past several months for this special audition. Why did she care so much? Because if she made this role she would become a world famous dancer along with the rest of the cast. She was hoping for Bombalurina, just so that when John made Rum Tum Tugger they could dance together. No matter what if she made it they would be in rehearsals together every day, but it's better to hope for the best then just second. Rebecca Parker, her best friend, was hoping for the role of Cassandra, the Siamese graceful one. Sarah knew she would make it. Snapping back into reality, Sarah pulled on her jeans and a pair of sneakers. She grabbed her dance bag and practically flew down the stairs. Just as she was about to go out the door, she was stopped by Miss Trently.
"Oh hello Sarah dear. Why are you in such a hurry dear? Oh yes, I forgot. Today is the big audition right? Well, I hope you make it, and remember, rent is due in two weeks!" the old woman tottered off.
Sarah rolled her eyes and smiled. The old woman was crazy as far as she was concerned, and that may have been the reason that Sarah liked her so much. She raced down the stairs and out of the apartment to her red Firebird. She pulled open the door and jumped in. She had two hours to get to the studio. It was only ten minutes away, but after months of rehearsing for an audition you would probably get up early too. She turned on the radio and started listening to random songs. Next light was red. She reached into her glove compartment and pulled out her cell phone. She started dialing 596- 9300. It rang a few times and the light turned green. She stepped on the gas pedal and was off.
"Hello?" a sleepy sounding voice said.
"Hi John! Good morning! I'm on my way to the studio. Are you there yet?" she said giggling.
"Mph."
"I love you too. Anyway, I'm almost there. I know I'm a little early.." she bit her lip.
"Luv, do you realize you have two hours! Until people even start showing up? It's a bit early." He said sarcastically.
"Do you realize that in those two hours we could be rehearsing our audition dance. But *sniff, if you don't want to then we *sniff won't.." she knew that would get him.
"Don't cry luv, I'll be there in a minute, actually about fifteen. I still have to get out of bed. How much coffee have you had this morning?" he said drearily.
"None actually. If you're offering, I suppose you could run down to Starbucks and just get me a hot chocolate. I know it isn't coffee, but I'll pay you back. Please?" she begged.
"Sarah, how can someone so dedicated to what she does that she gets me up two hours before it starts make me feel so guilty?"
"It's a gift Dah-ling. Anyway, I'm here. I'll just wait outside for you. I love you John!" she said cheerfully.
"Luv you too Sarah." He answered back.
"Yes!" she congratulated herself. "I can always get to him that way. I love being me."
She smiled as she pulled into the dance center's parking lot. She knew John wouldn't be there for awhile, but hey, she at least got him up. A black convertible pulled up next to hers. A girl got out with a dark green dance bag and a pack of cigarettes. She pulled one out, lit it up, and walked over to Sarah. She was in her pointe shoes and a loose pair of black pants.
"Rebecca! You're just in time. John is on his way over and then we'll be able to rehearse the pa du duex. You will just have to wait for your partner to show up, but hey, we can still practice. Let's go in and get stretched." Sarah said enthusiastically.
Rebecca looked at her like she was insane. Sarah pretended to pout, then Rebecca rolled her eyes.
"Oh alright. Just let me finish this one."
"Smoking is bad for you, Becca." Sarah nagged.
"Leave me be." Sarah saw her wrist. She grabbed it.
"What is this?!" Rebecca pulled her arm back.
"None of your concern Sarah. Stop fussing over me." Her angry eyes flashed, and Sarah glared at her. She tapped the burned end and it fell to the ground.
"I know your boyfriend cheated on you, but don't slit your wrist again."
"Sarah, stay the way you are, and I will deal with my own life. I'm still a great dancer, despite if I choose to do this. It makes me feel better, now let's go in. I'm done." She dropped the cigarette down, then put it out by stepping on it with the edge of her toe.
They walked in. It was a very large room with mirrors on three sides. Two bars lined one mirror, and it was all dark.
"Sarah, hit the lights please." Rebecca said, walking over to a corner.
Her shoes made a tapping sound on the wood. She sat down and started working her arch by pushing with her hands. (A/N if you're a ballet dancer, you know what I mean.) Sarah smiled, and went to the light switches. She fooled around with them until she found the perfect set. Red, Yellow, and Orange spotlights shone in the room randomly placed. It gave the room a warm appeal.
"How's that Becca?" she said, content with her choice in lighting.
Becca smiled at her, and gave her the thumbs up. The door opened. In walked John, wearing a loose high school jacket and holding a backpack with two Starbucks cups in his hands. He walked over to Sarah and kissed her lightly.
"You owe me for this. I should be sleeping for another hour. Hey Becca. Did she get you up too?" he said tiredly. He yawned. Becca stood up and pushed her arch.
"Nope. I am just as exited as she is, just not as eager. Getting up early isn't my specialty." They all laughed.
"I'm not that bad am I?" The other two tried not to laugh, and failed miserably. "Oh shut up." She took a sip of the hot chocolate, then spit it back into the cup. "TOO HOT!!!" Becca fell down laughing.
"You are so ditzy. It's hilarious. And you want to be a dancer. HA!"
Sarah stuck her tongue out at Becca, then looked to John for support, who was trying very hard not to smile.
"Fine, I'll just practice Macavity then."
"I'm sorry Sarah, but it's just a bit humorous. I'll sing the first part, I'm also going for Demeter." She took off her pointe shoes and slipped on her capezios.
"Macavity's a mystery cat, he's called the hidden paw, for he's the master criminal who can defy the law, he's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the flying squads despair for when you reach the scene of crime macavity's not there!"
She did the dance while singing. Becca knew she wouldn't get this part, she didn't really want it either, she wanted Cassandra more then anything. The alto voice, the flexibility, and just the beauty and grace of the part. She continued on, knowing she wasn't that good.
"Um, Becca, aren't you going for Cassandra, I thought Alexia was going for Demeter." Sarah asked. Becca stopped and looked at her.
"I don't want Demeter. I was saying it so you could get the timing right Sarah." She said coolly. A look of stupidity crossed Sarah's face.
"I knew that. Anyway, I just meant the dance for me. But anyway, Here I Go."
"Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin, you'd know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in, His brow is deeply lined in thought, his head is highly domed, His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed. He sways his head from side to side with movements, like a snake. And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awaaake! Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, for he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity..
*~*~*~*~* Janet and Charles were the casters for the auditions. They pulled up in a taxi, and heard a strong voice singing. They were curious, looked at each other, then Charles pulled out his wallet and gave the driver ten, and put it back in his pocket.
"I wonder who this is. Or is it a recording." thought Janet. They walked up to the open door, and stood at it, watching the three practice. Sarah finished, and laughed at herself.
"That was incredibly awful!" she laughed. John walked up to her and gave her a big hug.
"No, it was great! I hope you get that part love." Becca walked over.
"He's right you know. But I still say I'm not going for Demeter, I'm totally a Cassandra, or nothing."
"Well, there's a lot of songs with our three desired characterse, but we should do Tuggers. Sorry Becca, but Cassandra doesn't have a song to herself." Sarah said grinning.
"Yes, and that's why I like her. She's nothing big, but she's an important beautiful character."
The three smiled, and broke into song. When they finished, Janet and Charles walked in clapping. The three turned immediately, amazed that they had missed the couple. They blushed incredibly.
"Oh my god." Sarah whispered through clenched teeth.
"That was amazing, better then the original cast. What are your names.
"I'm Rebecca Parker, This is Sarah Williams, and John. We're here for the auditions if you couldn't already tell." Becca said politely. Janet shook their hands.
"You three have talent. So let me guess, John, Tugger. Sarah, Bomba, Rebecca, Cassandra. I'll tell you one thing, I haven't seen this kind of talent in a while. You three are just about guaranteed the parts you want. John you have a great voice, and Sarah, have you been an actor before? You seem to throw yourself into the song and dance. Rebecca, you're perfect. Mysterious, catli"
"Janet! We can't guarantee these people parts. We have to see everyone." Charles said. She turned around and looked him in the eye.
"You are my assistant, I am the official caster. I say these three already have their parts. Understood?" she said firmly.
The end for now. No, not forever, just for today. Okee day" Um.. I'm a bit depressed. My Cats fic hasn't gotten any reviews yet. It's sad. But anyway, heres the end of the chapter. Buh bye, I will post more hwen I get 3 reviews. Yeah, that's not a lot. And yes, Ja, I mean a certain SOMEONE will make an appearance soon. But , not yet. Because I want to torture people. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! I have a very unlikeable personality. It's odd, because I just found out that a few of my friends hate me, so I'm not sure if I have the strength to keep writing. I might just stop altogether, sometime. But hey, not yet. I'll at least finish this one before I STOP forever. Anyway, buh bye for now.
@------------ You can have a rose if you review! PLEASE? ~Cassandra
Title: To dance or to dream? Status: Way undone Summary: You guys are lucky I'm actually doing one of these this time. Sarah is now eighteen and has given up acting to be a dancer. She makes her auditions for the musical Cats as does her friends Rebecca and John. She lands a part opposite of her boyfriend John, but on opening night, who is the mystery man playing Rum Tum Tugger? Why is he altering the show, kissing Sarah in the middle of it? What will happen to our heroine after this night of dance? Go Underground or remain a star for her performance?
You may or may not find out. Lol. Depending on what you people think of my story, will be what chooses if I can continue it or not.
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! Sarah opened her eyes and groaned. She hit the button that shut the damn clock up. It was 5:30 in the morning, on Saturday. "Why am I up so early again? OH YEAH! MY AUDITIONS ARE TODAY!" she said. She sprung out of her bed and walked across her apartment room to her closet. She pulled on black tights and her black leotard, yawning. She then put on her waving black skirt. She stood up, lifting herself onto releve a few times to warm up. She walked over to her vanity table and shoved the clothes off of the seat. She sat down and grabbed her brush.
"Oh my god I look like utter and complete CRAP!" she said to herself.
She started to brush out her hair, she had combed it straight the night before. She brushed it back and picked up a pony-tail holder. She slipped it around her thin chocolate hair. She then twirled it and pulled it into a flawless bun, sticking various bobby pins in any which direction. She pulled on her black jazz shoes and threw her foot warmers on over them. She walked over to the bar on her wall and started warming up and stretching. Her turn out was perfect, and she had good feet for dancing. She never fell or missed a turn. She had been learning a routine for the past several months for this special audition. Why did she care so much? Because if she made this role she would become a world famous dancer along with the rest of the cast. She was hoping for Bombalurina, just so that when John made Rum Tum Tugger they could dance together. No matter what if she made it they would be in rehearsals together every day, but it's better to hope for the best then just second. Rebecca Parker, her best friend, was hoping for the role of Cassandra, the Siamese graceful one. Sarah knew she would make it. Snapping back into reality, Sarah pulled on her jeans and a pair of sneakers. She grabbed her dance bag and practically flew down the stairs. Just as she was about to go out the door, she was stopped by Miss Trently.
"Oh hello Sarah dear. Why are you in such a hurry dear? Oh yes, I forgot. Today is the big audition right? Well, I hope you make it, and remember, rent is due in two weeks!" the old woman tottered off.
Sarah rolled her eyes and smiled. The old woman was crazy as far as she was concerned, and that may have been the reason that Sarah liked her so much. She raced down the stairs and out of the apartment to her red Firebird. She pulled open the door and jumped in. She had two hours to get to the studio. It was only ten minutes away, but after months of rehearsing for an audition you would probably get up early too. She turned on the radio and started listening to random songs. Next light was red. She reached into her glove compartment and pulled out her cell phone. She started dialing 596- 9300. It rang a few times and the light turned green. She stepped on the gas pedal and was off.
"Hello?" a sleepy sounding voice said.
"Hi John! Good morning! I'm on my way to the studio. Are you there yet?" she said giggling.
"Mph."
"I love you too. Anyway, I'm almost there. I know I'm a little early.." she bit her lip.
"Luv, do you realize you have two hours! Until people even start showing up? It's a bit early." He said sarcastically.
"Do you realize that in those two hours we could be rehearsing our audition dance. But *sniff, if you don't want to then we *sniff won't.." she knew that would get him.
"Don't cry luv, I'll be there in a minute, actually about fifteen. I still have to get out of bed. How much coffee have you had this morning?" he said drearily.
"None actually. If you're offering, I suppose you could run down to Starbucks and just get me a hot chocolate. I know it isn't coffee, but I'll pay you back. Please?" she begged.
"Sarah, how can someone so dedicated to what she does that she gets me up two hours before it starts make me feel so guilty?"
"It's a gift Dah-ling. Anyway, I'm here. I'll just wait outside for you. I love you John!" she said cheerfully.
"Luv you too Sarah." He answered back.
"Yes!" she congratulated herself. "I can always get to him that way. I love being me."
She smiled as she pulled into the dance center's parking lot. She knew John wouldn't be there for awhile, but hey, she at least got him up. A black convertible pulled up next to hers. A girl got out with a dark green dance bag and a pack of cigarettes. She pulled one out, lit it up, and walked over to Sarah. She was in her pointe shoes and a loose pair of black pants.
"Rebecca! You're just in time. John is on his way over and then we'll be able to rehearse the pa du duex. You will just have to wait for your partner to show up, but hey, we can still practice. Let's go in and get stretched." Sarah said enthusiastically.
Rebecca looked at her like she was insane. Sarah pretended to pout, then Rebecca rolled her eyes.
"Oh alright. Just let me finish this one."
"Smoking is bad for you, Becca." Sarah nagged.
"Leave me be." Sarah saw her wrist. She grabbed it.
"What is this?!" Rebecca pulled her arm back.
"None of your concern Sarah. Stop fussing over me." Her angry eyes flashed, and Sarah glared at her. She tapped the burned end and it fell to the ground.
"I know your boyfriend cheated on you, but don't slit your wrist again."
"Sarah, stay the way you are, and I will deal with my own life. I'm still a great dancer, despite if I choose to do this. It makes me feel better, now let's go in. I'm done." She dropped the cigarette down, then put it out by stepping on it with the edge of her toe.
They walked in. It was a very large room with mirrors on three sides. Two bars lined one mirror, and it was all dark.
"Sarah, hit the lights please." Rebecca said, walking over to a corner.
Her shoes made a tapping sound on the wood. She sat down and started working her arch by pushing with her hands. (A/N if you're a ballet dancer, you know what I mean.) Sarah smiled, and went to the light switches. She fooled around with them until she found the perfect set. Red, Yellow, and Orange spotlights shone in the room randomly placed. It gave the room a warm appeal.
"How's that Becca?" she said, content with her choice in lighting.
Becca smiled at her, and gave her the thumbs up. The door opened. In walked John, wearing a loose high school jacket and holding a backpack with two Starbucks cups in his hands. He walked over to Sarah and kissed her lightly.
"You owe me for this. I should be sleeping for another hour. Hey Becca. Did she get you up too?" he said tiredly. He yawned. Becca stood up and pushed her arch.
"Nope. I am just as exited as she is, just not as eager. Getting up early isn't my specialty." They all laughed.
"I'm not that bad am I?" The other two tried not to laugh, and failed miserably. "Oh shut up." She took a sip of the hot chocolate, then spit it back into the cup. "TOO HOT!!!" Becca fell down laughing.
"You are so ditzy. It's hilarious. And you want to be a dancer. HA!"
Sarah stuck her tongue out at Becca, then looked to John for support, who was trying very hard not to smile.
"Fine, I'll just practice Macavity then."
"I'm sorry Sarah, but it's just a bit humorous. I'll sing the first part, I'm also going for Demeter." She took off her pointe shoes and slipped on her capezios.
"Macavity's a mystery cat, he's called the hidden paw, for he's the master criminal who can defy the law, he's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the flying squads despair for when you reach the scene of crime macavity's not there!"
She did the dance while singing. Becca knew she wouldn't get this part, she didn't really want it either, she wanted Cassandra more then anything. The alto voice, the flexibility, and just the beauty and grace of the part. She continued on, knowing she wasn't that good.
"Um, Becca, aren't you going for Cassandra, I thought Alexia was going for Demeter." Sarah asked. Becca stopped and looked at her.
"I don't want Demeter. I was saying it so you could get the timing right Sarah." She said coolly. A look of stupidity crossed Sarah's face.
"I knew that. Anyway, I just meant the dance for me. But anyway, Here I Go."
"Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin, you'd know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in, His brow is deeply lined in thought, his head is highly domed, His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed. He sways his head from side to side with movements, like a snake. And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awaaake! Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, for he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity..
*~*~*~*~* Janet and Charles were the casters for the auditions. They pulled up in a taxi, and heard a strong voice singing. They were curious, looked at each other, then Charles pulled out his wallet and gave the driver ten, and put it back in his pocket.
"I wonder who this is. Or is it a recording." thought Janet. They walked up to the open door, and stood at it, watching the three practice. Sarah finished, and laughed at herself.
"That was incredibly awful!" she laughed. John walked up to her and gave her a big hug.
"No, it was great! I hope you get that part love." Becca walked over.
"He's right you know. But I still say I'm not going for Demeter, I'm totally a Cassandra, or nothing."
"Well, there's a lot of songs with our three desired characterse, but we should do Tuggers. Sorry Becca, but Cassandra doesn't have a song to herself." Sarah said grinning.
"Yes, and that's why I like her. She's nothing big, but she's an important beautiful character."
The three smiled, and broke into song. When they finished, Janet and Charles walked in clapping. The three turned immediately, amazed that they had missed the couple. They blushed incredibly.
"Oh my god." Sarah whispered through clenched teeth.
"That was amazing, better then the original cast. What are your names.
"I'm Rebecca Parker, This is Sarah Williams, and John. We're here for the auditions if you couldn't already tell." Becca said politely. Janet shook their hands.
"You three have talent. So let me guess, John, Tugger. Sarah, Bomba, Rebecca, Cassandra. I'll tell you one thing, I haven't seen this kind of talent in a while. You three are just about guaranteed the parts you want. John you have a great voice, and Sarah, have you been an actor before? You seem to throw yourself into the song and dance. Rebecca, you're perfect. Mysterious, catli"
"Janet! We can't guarantee these people parts. We have to see everyone." Charles said. She turned around and looked him in the eye.
"You are my assistant, I am the official caster. I say these three already have their parts. Understood?" she said firmly.
The end for now. No, not forever, just for today. Okee day" Um.. I'm a bit depressed. My Cats fic hasn't gotten any reviews yet. It's sad. But anyway, heres the end of the chapter. Buh bye, I will post more hwen I get 3 reviews. Yeah, that's not a lot. And yes, Ja, I mean a certain SOMEONE will make an appearance soon. But , not yet. Because I want to torture people. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! I have a very unlikeable personality. It's odd, because I just found out that a few of my friends hate me, so I'm not sure if I have the strength to keep writing. I might just stop altogether, sometime. But hey, not yet. I'll at least finish this one before I STOP forever. Anyway, buh bye for now.
@------------ You can have a rose if you review! PLEASE? ~Cassandra