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Rennie
Rennie Pierceson walked into her school's old auditorium, a script folded in her right hand. She wanted this role, no matter what anyone said. She didn't care if Marie Anne Ryans has her dainty, manicured hands on the main role. Rennie was meant for this part. Í know this part is for me, she thought to herself as she made her way down the almost empty auditorium. The Drama club was scattered about, either sitting and watching the audition, or talking among themselves, half watching the auditions, half practicing lines. Rennie paused at the middle of the auditorium, just to the left of the Drama Club teacher, Mrs. K., She watched Marie audition for the lead role in the play Madame de Pompadour. Rennie brushed aside a stray strand of her wavy blonde hair, shaking her head watching Marie putting her hands all over Kyle, who is playing the King of France. Kyle resisted, trying to act but having trouble doing so. He pushed Marie's hands away, saying, "Non, non, non."
Mrs. K. had enough, "Cut!" Marie groaned as did Kyle. Mrs. K shook her head, "Marie, you, as Reinette Poisson, are trying to impress the King Louis XV to become his mistress." "I know!" Marie shouted back, "Isn't she supposed to achieve that by trying to seduce him?" Rennie sighed and shook her
head. Mrs. K pursed her lips, letting out her breath. "I'm sorry, Marie, but this is a play, not a makeout session." Marie looked shocked and appalled. Mrs. K snatched off her glasses, rubbing her eyes, "Is there anyone else who would like to try for the role of Madame de Pompadour?" Rennie took a deep breath, then stepped foward, "I'd like to try, Mrs. K." Mrs. K looked at Rennie, "Madamemoiselle Pierceson. I'm willing to let anyone try, at this rate. Go ahead." Rennie grinned, and strode towards the stage.
As Rennie stepped onto the stage, she lifted her head, smiled, and glided towards Kyle. Kyle watched her come towards him, stunned by her gracefulness, his breath caught in his throat. As Rennie glided towards Kyle, the stage faded away, and the King of France replaced Kyle, looking splendid and regal, in his beautifully brocaded frock coat, his silk breeches and stockings, his ornately buckled shoes, his dark hair tied back with a silk ribbon. As she stood before him, she curtseyed gracefully, "Good evening, your Highness. I am Jean-Antoinette Poisson." The King stared at her for a moment, then cleared his throat. He took her hand, bowed, and kissed her hand, "Enchante," he murmured. Reinette smiled warmly, and confidently.
The King stood up, releasing her hand. He smiled as he looked her over, "You understand, that I am searching for a new mistress?" "Yes, your Highness," Reinette simply replied, letting him circle her. He stopped in front of her, "What makes you think you can be my mistress?" Reinette's smile never left her face, "Well, I can sing, act, play various instruments, I can entertain guests, and most of all, I can dance." His Highness returned her smile, "I would very much love to see you dance," he turned to leave her, but paused near the doorway, "I look foward to seeing you in the ballroom." With that, he turned and walked out of the room, to the right.
"Wow," Kyle remarked. Rennie blinked, the beautiful Pre-Revolutionary French palatial room melted away, the stage replacing it, returned to its rightful place. Rennie looked around, it felt so real, she thought. Her thoughts were interrupted by clapping. Mrs. K was smiling broadly, "Brava, Mademoiselle Pierceson--you got the part!" The other kids in the auditorium applauded, some hooted their approval. Rennie smiled, and curtseyed, slightly lifting her school uniform skirt. She walked off the stage, past Marie, who was beet red with anger. Rennie smiled, 'cause for her, seeing Marie Anne Ryans angry and shocked was more than enough for her.