Tempest opened the door and was the first in class so she took a seat in the front row taking a book out of her black Betty Boop purse. She pulled her feet up tucking them under her and began to read.
"What are you so intrueged in?" Came a deep meloudious voice from the stage.
Tempest jumped and looked at him calming.
"Phantom of the Opera."
"Ah the great love triangle." He said knowingly.
"What do you know of the phantom?" Asked the drama teacher.
"Well I know he is a deformed being who was saved from a carnivel by the ballet mistress of the L'Opera Populaire in Paris, France. Then he fell in love with the sapraono Christine Da'ae but she left him for, I think this was rather stupid on her part but, her child hood sweet heart Raoul De Chagny. Which always struck me funny because that is my fathers name and he is the one who told Andrew Loyd Weber to create the Broadway of this story."
"What might your name be child?"
"Tempest De Chagny. What might yours be?"
"Mr. Destler."
"Excuse me sir but are you from out of the country your accent sounds french?"
"Yes Madmoseille Tempest I am from France." He said as the bell rang and the others came into class.
"Okay every one please sit down it is time to begin." The class sat and looked up to the podium on the stage.
"I have selected a play for us to do this semester it shall be The Phantom of the Opera, Thanks to Madmoseille De Chagney parts shall be posted back stage tomorrow after class. Now Madmoseille De Chagny what might you know about acting?" He asked his mossy eyes gazing into hers.
"Acting is an acent art of story telling in which the characters are brought to life and desplayed as real life people." She said.
"Very good. Madmoseille Huffer." He turned to Jordan the class diva who was in the back.
"What might you know about dancing?"
"Dancing is another form of story telling that dates back to accent times and is also a display of emotion and character in some cultuers."
"Very good." He then proceded to hand out the skripts and people dispursed to read and act them out together.
Tempest went to a dark corrner where the stage ended and the small tunnel to back stage apeared. She pulled her hoddie up and began to read over the script.
"Why is a basketball player in Drama 101?" Came a voice a few feet away.
Others chimed in as gosip arose acrost the class among the kids who didn't like Tempest. She rolled her eyes and when they were at the peak of the roll she say Mr. Destler standing above her his arms folded whatching her.
"Mind if I join you?" He asked sitting.
"Not at all." She motioned for him to sit.
"I've noticed the script change." She said.
"Every one knows that Christine chose the Phantom but no one has ever heard it this way." He said as she fliped through the pages.
He pulled out what looked like a antuiqe pocket watch and looked at the time
"Two minuets before the bell." He stood helping Tempest to her feet.
"Class! Have three parts you with to audition for mostly memorized by tomorrow so we may audtion class dismissed." He waved his hand and the 100 kid class filled out.
Tempest put her scipt in her purse and pulled out her iPod she fiddeled with it before she found the Aria for Phantom of the Opera.
"Madmoseille? Wait a moment please?" He came down the steps.
"Yessir?"
"I have a roll I would like for you to adition for." He said.
"Yes?"
"I would like for you to play Christine."
"But sir I have never taken a lesson on how to sing a day in my life. Father forbids it of me."
"I will teach you to sing and from the looks of it you know the songs farily well." He said eyeing her iPod.
"Yessir I do know the songs by heart each of them. This is my favorite movie."
"It is settled after school you will stay for thirty minuets and practice singing."
"Ye- Mr. Destler I have parctice for weight team every day after school."
"Can you come early or stay later?"
"I can come early! It's only a fifteen minuet ride on my bike here from home."
"Okay. Come tomarrow morning and we will beging. But I want you to sing the Aria right fast."
"Y-yes sir."
"Up on stage now like your in a play." Tempest knodded and ran up the stairs and to the center stage.
"I need te music do you mind if I..."
"Go ahead and turn it on your player." She did so.
"Think of me, think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me once in a while -
please promise me you'll try.
When you find that, once again, you long
to take your heart back and be free -
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me
We never said our love was evergreen,
or as unchanging as the sea -
but if you can still remember
stop and think of me . . .
Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the way things
might have been . . .
Think of me, think of me waking,
silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard
to put you from my mind.
Recall those days
look back on all those times,
think of the things we'll never do -
there will never be a day,
when I won't think of you . . ."
"Can it be? Can it be Christine?
Bravo!
Long ago, it seems so long ago
How young and innocent we were...
She may not remember me,
but I remember her..."
She picked up where the iPod left off from Raoul's part.
"Flowers fades,
The fruits of summer fade,
They have their seasons, so do we
but please promise me, that sometimes
you will think of me!"
She finished.
"Bravisima!" Said Mr Destler.
"I'm not that good." Tempest said looking away.
"There were parts that need to be worked on but other then that you were perfect." Tempest's Phone buzzed and she looked at the text from Justin.
'Where are you? Coach is pissed.'
"Crap! Coach will kill me. Mr Destler I have to go I'm late for practice." She ran to get her things.
"I will see you tomorrow morning as planed." She said running out the door.
She threw her things in her locker and ran to the gym quickly changing she went to the large weight room out back.
"Where have you been?" Coach said standing her arms crossed over her chest.
"I'm sorry my teacher kept me late it wont happen again." She scurried over to where Billy Alana and Justin were benching.
"Where have you been?" Justin heaved racking the barbell and taking off 10 lbs. for Tempest.
"Mr Destler kept me to audition for the semester play. He wanted me to audition alone."
"What's the play?" Billy asked standing and spoting for Alana.
"Phantom of the Opera." Tempest took the bar bell down and began to press.
"Well that fits you, Temp." Alana racked the bar and they added ten lbs for Billy.
"Ha. Yeah it does 'Lana."
"So what part you get?" Billy asked starting his reps.
Tempest racked her bar and sat up.
"Christine." They all looked at her.
"Christine?"
"But you hate her."
"No in this version she choses the phantom."
"So you get your happy ending?" Of couse I do.
"So are we going to Twisty treat?"
"That's like our thing Bill, Course we're going." Justin said as they left practice and went to there lockers.
"Madmoseille Tempest." Said Mr Destler behind her.
"Yessir."
"Here is the full scritp for you. I expect you to learn your line before the first reursale which is next Monday."
"That wont be hard she said stuffing them in her back pack along with other books."
"Temp has photographic memory." Alana said.
"See you in the morning." Tempest said as the four left the campus walking towar Twisty treat there hang out.