A/N: Hey guys… Sorry about the random numbers last chapter. I was using footnotes, and I thought Fanfic would take them away, but obviously not! Don't worry, Lizzie and Darcy will get in a bit of a fight soon… I just can't promise when (don't have this story all thought out like M&M). Also, please note that I bolded new section beginnings.
Lizzie plopped down in a chair next to Christie in the auditorium. "That was nerve wracking," she moaned, hiding her face, "I'll never stand a chance! Especially after that Darcy guy. I must've looked mediocre."
"Liz, stop being so hard on yourself. You are going to get Elphaba, I know it," replied Christie.
They both quieted as Cherry Bingley, the snotty new girl, stepped onto the stage. She tossed her hair and said in a nasally voice, "I am, like, going to, like, sing 'Dynamite' from, like, whoever." And without waiting for the accompaniment, she started screeching out the words. Christie and Lizzie covered their ears.
2 minutes later, they finally pulled them out as Cherry ended on a wobbly note. The whole room sighed in relief as she tossed her hair again (this was her only qualifying characteristic for Glinda) and strode off the stage.
"Miss Bingley, are you not going to do a monologue?" asked Mrs. Beauprez, a bit offended.
"I, like, have, like, no time, for, like, monoblahs," Cherry replied sassily.
"Well, you can get out then. Please don't expect to be part of this production," Mrs. Beauprez dismissed her, angrily.
And you don't, like, deserve, like, even that. Lizzie thought wickedly- perhaps out loud.
"No, I don't believe she does," came the reply from behind her.
Lizzie turned.
"George Wilson, at your service," the now non-mysterious voice said.
"Lizzie Bennet," she replied, shaking his proffered hand.
"I know Bingley from grade school- a complete and utter &!%$," Wilson said under his breath, "Although her brother is quite nice, perhaps a bit over-influenced by Darcy." He made a rude gesture in his general direction.
"What's so bad about Darcy?" asked Lizzie, wanting to find something at fault with this otherwise perfect human being.
"Oh, only that he took the lead role in West Side Story from me."
Lizzie gasped. "How did he manage to do that?" she asked, now very suspicious of Darcy.
"He convinced the director I was doing drugs… With no real evidence, but Darcy was always his favorite."
"Poor you!" said Lizzie, as Christie shushed her.
"Yeah. But the worst thing was that there were going to be some SOMT (School of Musical Theater [A/N: This probably does not exist- I just made it up]) scouts at the opening night. Since I was no longer in the performance, they could never see my talents. I heard tell that Darcy was accepted, so I have no idea why he of all people is at this school," Wilson said.
"I'm going to get him!" said Lizzie.
"Don't do anything rash on my part, Lizzie. It's really okay now. I'm going to a decent school, and I'm going to be in this musical- nothing Darcy says will stop me," Wilson said, determinedly.
Christie poked Lizzie to turn around. Mrs. Beauprez was speaking.
"Now that we have finished the auditions, the cast list will be up tomorrow at 7:30 on the dot," announced Mrs. Beauprez.
"Merrily We Roll Along" began to play on the speakers, signaling the end of the period.
"You are dismissed," said Mrs. Beauprez, and for the next minute and a half, the class filed out of the auditorium.
Lizzie and Jayme walked into their math class, conversing heatedly.
"I still say Wilson has a point," said Lizzie.
"But how do we know if his information is reliable?" Jayme asked.
"He just seemed… So sincere, so honest," Lizzie replied.
They both sat down in their seats, continuing to argue. Even after "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik" finished playing, the friends still squabbled.
"Miss Bennet, Miss Calaroso, I hope you are discussing the merits of the Pythagorean Theorem back there," Mr. Lucius, the math teacher, joked, "Even if you are, I would still like you to pay attention up front."
The whole class laughed, then settled down as he began the lesson for the day.
After math class, it was time for lunch. Lizzie, Jayme, and Christie all sat under their favorite tree, crunching on bags of potato chips and sandwiches.
"What [role] do you think you're going to get, Chris?" asked Lizzie.
"Probably a townsperson, at best. I can't imagine myself being anything better, although I did audition for Madame Morrible," Christie responded.
"Hey- maybe the Wizard would be a good part for Darcy!" Lizzie exclaimed.
"Why do you think that?" asked Christie.
Lizzie began telling Wilson's tale of woe, much to the detriment of Jayme, who eventually stood up and walked to talk to a friend from science.
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