A/N: I do not own Phantom nor, in fact, do I own the people: they are based on real-life people but names have been changed. We did something like this in my theatre class, but this would be if we actually did it for an audience...it was a different play before. Enjoy!
"Okay guys, circle up on stage." Miss Daniels called everyone over, and when the whole class was present and accounted for, she continiued. "After hearing all of your suggestions I've decided that we will be performing, in front of an audience, Andrew Lloyd Webber's The Phantom of the Opera."
As soon as she finished, Libby leaped into the air as high as she could go with a loud squeal. This was her dream, to perform this show. Now it would be happening.
"NO, NO, NO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHY!?!" Brian screamed, on his knees and arms outstretched into the air. Suddenly he got up and pointed straight at Libby. "You! You did this, I know it! You idiot, what have you done!!!"
"Frrrrreeeeeezzzzzeeeee" Miss Daniels held until the class didn't stir a muscle, not a breath heard throughout the room, "Thank you. Yes, we will be doing Phantom, and auditions will be starting in two days' time. Girls will be singing 'Think of Me' and boys will be singing 'The Music of the Night'. Separate song auditions can be arranged, but they must be from the show. Pairs will be singing ethier 'The Phantom of the Opera' or 'All I Ask of You'. Go to your groups for now.
Libby went with Brian, Sadie, Alan, Dara, and Linda and they sat in the right wing, discussing the latest news.
"Isn't it exciting, Libby? It would be so awesome to do! You're trying out, right? This is going to be so cool, isn't it Libby!?" Sadie gushed, her unkempt hair behind her ears.
"Shut up, Sadie." Brian cut in. "I'm going to end up playing the Phantom because no one else can do that-"
"Oh, please don't be humble." Alan rolled his eyes. I'm probably going to end up with some sucky role and a lead understudy like always..."
"No, he's right. That or Raoul, Brian would be. Oh and don't look at me like that, your voice fits both." Dara reasoned, fiddling with her Phantom charm bracelet, it's twin that sat on Libby's ankle.
"You had to do this to me, didn't you?" he shot back at Libby in mock hatred. They all knew he was a softie, if a bit concieted... or rather, very concieted. Everyone knew he despised Webber and his work.
"Cheer up, this is freaking amazing. If I don't get Christine I am going to castrate someone, I've wanted this since I was six..." Dara threatened.
"What roles do you guys want?" Linda smiled at everyone, "Besides you, Dara, everyone knows you're obsessed."
"And don't forget Libby." Alan added with a smirk, leaning against the spare desk.
"Erik is AMAZING." Dara and Libby stared at Alan in unison, then broke into laughter.
"Don't forget me, I'm obsessed too!" Sadie added in her high voice. The two girls turned to her immediatly.
"What year was the book published?"
"Who was the second person to play Erik on the West End?"
"When did Phantom first premiere?"
"What theatre was it in?"
"Who was originally supposed to take the role, before they found Micheal Crawford?"
"Stop it. No. Bad girls." Brian stepped in between the short round girl and the two tall, obsessive girls.
"I'm not a dog!" Libby prostested.
"Then stop acting like a bitch! Do it on your own time!"
"Owned" Alan added.
"Fine..." Libby grumbled, sitting on a chair.
"I want to be Christine! I can hit her notes!" Sadie called. "Plus, I think I look like her."
Nobody dared say anything this time, though were inwardly laughing.
"I think I'd like to be Carlotta. She's pretty funny." Linda ended the silence. Libby pondered that in her mind. Linda would make a fine Carlotta, with her loud soprano voice.
"That would work out. Hey, what about you, Al?" Dara asked.
He turned to look at her with his baby blue eyes, flipped his bangs, and said, "Did we NOT just hear me? I don't care, I'll probably just get one line, no singing or recognition, and the Phantom's understudy. It always happens."
"I heard Emma's trying out." Libby smirked. Brian looked uneasy, Linda and Dara exchanged glances, and Alan chuckled. Emma was a British, chubby, curly-haired girl. She believed she could sing, but it was only her and her WASP-ish parents that did.
"Bell rang- everyone out, see you tomorrow!" Miss Daniels called.
"See ya Miz D!" Libby called as she and Brian walked out the stage door to their next class.
"You never said what part you wanted!" Brian asked, poking her in the shoulder.
"It's embarassing, I don't wanna say." she mumbled.
"Tell me."
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"Tell me or I pinch your boob."
"What?"
"What? Tell me."
"You'll find out!"
"Fine, Miss Touchy Unconfident Talkative Sweet Transvestite Transexual Transylvannia."
"That's a wonderful name."
"You're getting a namegasm from it."
"Oh yeah of course." she laughed, the two of them going up the stairs.
"Libby! Brian! Wait up!" in a second Sadie came up huffing and puffing behind them. "Libby, what part do you want?"
"The one we talked about at lunch."
"Oh I see how it is. You tell IT but not ME." Brian accused, Saide ghasping indigintly.
"Be nice." Libby admonished.
"Do you think I'd be a good Christine?"
"Yes, of course you will, Sadie. You'd be amazing." Libby smiled kindly. She smiled and pranced away, and Libby winked at Brian, his amazed face breaking into a smile.
"Impressive." he commented.
"Lying is easy, Shakespeare is hard."
"Mind if I quote you on that?"
"Go ahead, I tend to spit out gold once in a while. And besides, her hopes would be high without me, I'm just giving it a little help."
"You are evil."
"I know."
"I like it."