Preface
Wes sat back in his seat as his lecturer searched and uncovered what he was looking for. He placed a stack of folders on his desk and looked to his class. Wes sat in the back, just right of the center, chewing on his pen lid as the man wrote on the dry-wipe board their assignment that would take an entire semester.
'Directing.'
They had already done a modual on acting, dance and music.
"Directing, this Semester you will be going to a high-school and directing a musical. You will film them and submit them for marking. Like making a student film but as a live off-Broadway performance, just in a high-school. You can choose the high-school, most students go back to their own. I will be giving you your musical then you have one week to submit your proposals to me, where I can help you get in touch with the school and get you set up. OK I already assigned them, so if you do have a problem, see me after class. In here are scripts, note books, paper-work and a NYADA assignment card. It is to fund the production. OK, Adam," he called out the names of students alphabetically by first name. Of course, Wes was last to be called. "In here as I said there's the things I said, but also production notes, synopsis' and plots, programs and set designs from Broadway. Also, I would like you to open the envelopes in there." He smiled as his students gasped and smiled back at him, "two tickets to the show you have been given, on Broadway. Be sure to take notes. Class dismissed." Wes, despite having a dance class in 20 minutes and needing to hit his flat for his kit, held back and perched on his desk. "Wes, was something wrong?"
"No, I was just wondering, I know where I can get the voices for this musical, the boys especially, my old high-school, only problem is, I went to Dalton Academy, in Westerville, it's an all boys school, I know the girls I want, too, do you think it'd be OK to... combine them?"
"I think that if you put that in your proposal you're gonna be on your way to full marks. Don't forget a commentary and running diary."
"Thanks Sir."
"Wes, you know the rules, first name only, this is college, not high-school."
"Sorry, habits die hard Kyle."
"That's alright Wes. You have another class?"
"Dance, I need to run to my apartment though."
"You want a ride?"
"I think I'm OK jogging, later Kyle."
"Later Wes," Kyle shook his head, he'd never seen a student with more determination and talent. He knew Wes would go far, that's why he'd given him probably the most difficult musical he could find that was approved for high-schools.
Spring Awakening.