Hello! I'm back again! I'm not really sure where this idea came from ... it just kind of popped in my head. I hope this will still make sense without having seen Thoroughly Modern Millie - basically, all you need to know is this: Millie is the eager young ingenue who plans to move to New York and marry her boss, but the charmingly annoying Jimmy Smith keeps getting in her way. She likes Jimmy well enough, but he's as dirt poor as she is so she decides to stick with her plan and immediately falls for the dashing Trevor Graydon when he hires her as secretary. Unfortunately, Graydon is now head-over-heels for her best friend, Miss Dorothy, who's a sweet and naive young socialite looking to learn 'how the other half lives'. That's a really bad summary, but I think you get the concept. You know what, just read the Wikipedia summary. Or watch the show - it's totally worth it.

"This is ridiculous!" Scarlett O'Hara stomped into the basement chorus room, not even glancing up to confirm that Ashley was indeed in the room. She didn't have to look up – he was always here between periods, messing around with the old electric keyboard. Lord knew why.

"Scarlett, are you –"

"I can't believe this! Just look at it!" She shoved her candy-pink iphone in his face, stopping just short of breaking his nose. He leaned back slightly and blinked as he tried to read the screen.

"Oh." His grey eyes dropped to the black and white keys and his face went a bit red. "The cast list – yeah, I've seen it." Scarlett didn't notice the hint of guilt in his voice; she was too busy fuming.

"This is absolutely ridiculous," she cried as she flopped down on one of the hard black chorus-room chairs, her dark hair swishing dramatically and her phone slipping down to the seat beside her, its bright display mocking her with its big red letters: Thoroughly Modern Millie – Cast List. "I mean, what the hell? She can't just – when Brent told me I thought he was totally BS-ing but –"

"You're Millie, though," said Ashley softly, daring to look up but still not meeting her flashing green eyes. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"What I wanted? Well, of course it's what I wanted!" she exploded. "You know I'm meant for the role. It's not my casting that's the issue – it's yours."

"Mine?"

"Yes, yours, Ashley Wilkes! I thought you said you looked? This is ridiculous – she can't just cast you as Graydon when you auditioned for Jimmy!"

His eyes were back at the keyboard. "Right."

"Great balls of fire, Ashley – I know you're in shock but show a little initiative!" She stood up and began pacing the tiny room, her brow furrowed. "I'll make Pa complain about it – we fund half the drama program, Mrs. Mitchell can't say no to him. I'll –"

"No, Scarlett – you can't complain."

Scarlett stopped in her tracks. "Well of course I can, Ashely! Unless," her eyes narrowed, "you don't want me to." Ashley looked sheepish; Scarlett threw her hands in the air. "Oh come on, Ashley! I know you're pissed that you weren't Frederick last year but do you really think singing about floor wax will make up for it? This is our senior show – it was supposed to be perfect!" She dropped back down into the chair, a frown marring her vibrant features. Her senior show – the one she'd been planning and plotting for since freshman year. No, since middle school! And it was all going to be ruined based on one stupid casting decision. Tears threatened and she bit her lip, determined not to cry. Scarlett O'Hara never cried, not unless she was onstage.

Ashley knew that face – he'd seen it often enough in their 17 years of friendship. Scarlett could bluster and storm and channel her father as much as she wanted, but he knew she really was upset. Guilt twisted in his stomach; he'd hoped she'd take it better than this. "It'll be alright," he said softly. "No one ever agrees with Mrs. Mitchell's cast lists at the start."

"But this was supposed to be the perfect year. We were supposed to play opposite each other and, and –" Scarlett broke off, going red with shame and disappointment. Was it foolish of her to have dreamt of a stage romance? To imagine that their feelings would finally reveal themselves as they choreographed the perfect stage-kiss? Of course everyone knew that drama club relationships were doomed, but she and Ashley were supposed to be different.

And now it was all ruined. Ashley would be playing Trevor Graydon instead, with that stupid little soprano as his love interest. "I can't believe this," she said yet again, which was true. It just made no sense. "You auditioned for Jimmy! And now you're playing opposite Melan – Wait." Her eyes widened in horror as it all suddenly clicked into place. "You didn't audition for Jimmy, did you?"

Ashley devoted his full attention to the keyboard, his face suddenly going a very guilty red. Scarlett stood up, anger fueling her steps. "You auditioned for Graydon, didn't you? Well, did you?" By now she was looming over him, determined to force an answer out if it was the last thing she did. Ashley shrunk beneath her glare and simply nodded. "Oh Lord, Ashley – how could you? You know I'm an alto – you knew I was going for Millie. And you knew Melly would get Miss Dorothy!"

He nodded and said something under his breath.

"What?"

He looked up and said in a slightly stronger voice, "Melanie thought it would be cute."

"Excuse me? Since when do you give a damn about what Melanie-freaking-Hamilton thinks?" shrieked Scarlett, her emerald eyes flashing. "No. No no no no no. You cannot be serious!"

"Scarlett –"

"No. I won't believe it!"

"Scarlett, please –"

"Don't you 'Scarlett, please' me, Ashely Wilkes!" she cried as she began pacing again, only this time much more frantically. Her eyes darted around in search of a small trinket or decoration – something she could break without incurring too much of Mrs. Mitchell's wrath. "Oh, I can't believe you!"

"Scarlett," he said softly, watching her with helpless eyes. "Melanie and I started dating over summer break."

This was the last thing Scarlett wanted to hear. She whirled around and grabbed her phone, wielding it like some deadly weapon as she stomped towards him. "Did you? That's cute. And I guess you thought it would be funny to lead me on –"

"I didn't –"

"Don't you interrupt me! You never once thought to tell me, 'hey, Scarlett, I'm dating your biggest rival!' or, 'Scar, thought you'd like to know that I'm not going out for Jimmy anymore'!"

Ashley shrunk helplessly beneath her glare. "But Scarlett, I thought you might drop out if I told you, and we all know you'll be perfect as Millie."

"Well or course I will be," she sniffed, flipping her hair and arching her brow. "I'd just like some warning next time you plan to stab me in the back, Caesar."

"Actually, it was Brut –"

"Don't correct me!"

They were silent a moment as Scarlett fumed and Ashley watched her as one might watch a ticking bomb. Finally, Scarlett composed herself enough to look him civilly in the eye.

"You're still doing the show, right?" he asked, his voice timid. She took a deep breath and nodded. "You'll be great as Millie." Again, she nodded. "And we'll still have lots of scenes together." Another nod. "Are you going to say something, Scar?"

"In case you haven't noticed, Ashley, I'm royally pissed with you right now. So I suggest you get your ass out of here before I lose my control and murder you." Her voice was calm but her eyes betrayed the severity of her threat.

"You're terrifying when you get like that, Scarlett."

"Damn right I am. Now get the hell out."

Ashley didn't wait to be told twice. He slid off the keyboard stool and hurried to the door, only pausing once his hand was on the doorknob. "Who got Jimmy, anyway?" he asked.

"Some damn new kid. Rhett Butler, or something like that. Now leave."

He readily complied, leaving Scarlett apparently alone in the chorus room. Gripping her phone tightly she sunk down into his vacated stool. "Rhett Butler," she muttered. "That's a stupid name."

"Well, my mother liked it."

Well, hope y'all liked it! This is a Oneshot that I can't see myself continuing (famous last words, hmm?). I just don't see the plot of GWTW translating well to a modern high school drama club. Also, I feel like Rhett's age is kind of important to his characterization and this demands that they're all in high school ... Besides, I don't need another story to be working on!

Please please please review - whether you liked it, hated it, or just wish you hadn't wasted five minutes of your life reading it, I want to know!

Oh, and one other thing - if you're wondering about the whole 'floor wax' thing, that's a reference to the fact that the song "The Speed Test" stole its tune from a Gilbert and Sullivan patter song which was sung by Frederick in The Pirates of Penzance (though it was originally from Rudigore and was simply inserted by Joseph Papp in his Broadway production). There's your musical theater lesson for the day!