Yes I have heard about the whole Team Crafted situation. I know that most of the original members are out. However, this story will continue. Legend Part 2 will continue. After that I may or may not go on a hiatus on this account and write non-Minecraft, but I'm not sure yet. I'll just have to see...

On to better notes, I'm one subscriber away from seventy! And I have another chapter of Dreams for you! This chapters introduces so many new characters... I hope you like it!

Ray POV

I leaned over in a dark wooden chair with simple blue padding on the back and seat, twiddling my thumbs, occasionally reviewing the lyrics my song. It took me around two days to memorize the words and get all the notes down. Since the producer had called for an open audition, Clara and I were allowed to pick any song of our choice under 4 minutes. Most people I heard during that day from outside of the casting room chose popular songs from the radio, but we selected a few solos from musicals. On the day of the audition, Clara had been so excited that she called me hours before the call time so we could arrive early. We were so early that we didn't have time to stop at a restaurant and eat breakfast. I hadn't even told Mitch we were leaving. He was still asleep. At least Zee woke up early every day, so I told her the news. She freaked out, almost waking up everyone else, and wished me luck.

My stomach growled from hunger, and I softly rubbed it. "I don't know if I can do this," I whispered in Clara's ear.

She quietly laughed, "You can. Trust me."

"Rachael Hughes!" the casting manager called out my name. I perked up, biting my lip.

"Clara…" I whined.

My friend helped me out of my seat. "Just do it! You won't regret it!"

I exhaled, gripping the thin papers of the sheet music. Someone who worked for the company opened the door into into the room. Fortunately, there happened to be a pianist, so I handed the sheet music to her. She took it, her friendly green eyes looking up into mine. The girl beamed, and I smiled back. Once she took a glance at the notes, she chuckled, stretched out her fingers, making them crack, and lined them up on the keys of her piano.

At the long desk of managers, there were five people in total. There happened to be one girl in particular I spotted. Her callused hands wrote notes on a paper. A charm bracelet jungled as she moved her pencil. After doing so, she glared up towards me with big blue eyes. The light shone off her necklace, a glimmering silver half-heart. Her dark brown hair hung down from the top of her head and I could manage to see only a green jacket. It would've been weird to look under the table to check out the rest of her outfit, so it wasn't really worth it.

"Are you Rachael?" the young man with slicked back black hair and a suit sitting at the center of the desk questioned.

"Yes, I am," I responded, a grin of fake confidence on my face.

"Which song will you be singing today?"

"Everything Else from Next to Normal."

"Oh…" The girl with the bracelet glimpsed up for a second, stared down at her paper once more, and scribbled furiously onto it.

"Let's see what you got," the man replied with a smile, ignoring the girl, "Best of luck."

The pianist played the crazy amount of notes there were in the introduction and cued me on when to begin singing.

"Mozart was crazy

Flat freaking crazy.

That shit, I hear,

But his music's not crazy,

It's balanced, it's nimble,

It's crystalline clear.

There's harmony, logic

You listen to these,

You don't hear his doubts

Or his debts or disease.

You scan through the score

And put fingers on keys

And you play...

And everything else goes away.

Everything else goes away.

And you play 'til it's perfect,

You play 'til you ache,

You play 'til the strings

Or you fingernails break.

So you'll rock that recital

And get into Yale,

So you won't feel so sick

And you won't look so pale,

'Cause you've got your full ride

And your early admit

So you're done with this school

And all of this shit,

And you graduate early,

You're gone as of May

And there's nothing your

Paranoid parents can say…"

I finally swallowed a long gasp after all of those words… one after the other after the other…

"And you know that it's just

A sonata away...

And you play...

And you play…"

I sighed, remembering that most of my song had finished. "And everything else goes away.

Everything else goes away.

Everything else goes away."

The girl with the green jacket from earlier stood up and applauded for my performance. The other managers stared at her as if she was crazy, but the girl didn't persist from her actions. She smirked and I cautiously smiled back.

"Thank you," the man in the suit told me, a soft grin on his face. The girl slid down her paper to the center of the table, allowing the man to read her notes. It took at least ten seconds for the man to give me a request. "Will you do a quick favor for us?"

"Of course," I replied, out of breath.

"Grab one of the papers outside for a callback… and then tell the man who opened the door to let in Laurel…"

The pianist coughed and I could barely make out, "Excuse me, sir. That happens to be me."

"You're auditioning for the lead?" the girl with the jacket tilted her head. It seemed Laurel and the girl were friends, and so they talked to each other unprofessionally.

"Yeah. Sorry I didn't tell you earlier, Amy." Laurel rose from the piano, handed me back my sheet music, and took a spot in the center of the room as I stepped outside.

"Well, good luck." Amy sat back down and took more notes on her paper as the door closed behind me.

Clara raced up to me, taking my right hand in hers, "So… what happened?"

A smirk crept onto my lips, "Where's the papers for callbacks?"

She gasped for joy and her toes lifted themselves onto their tips, "You got a callback?"

"I guess they liked it…"

Clara chuckled. "That doesn't surprise me at all. I heard you rehearsing in the studio the other day after Professor Monroe's class. You're actually really good."

I smiled and bowed my head out of respect. "Thanks."

"Know who you're going against? Cause for callbacks there's usually three or four each role."

I shrugged, "Doesn't matter too much to me."

"If you're against someone who's been in the business, then you're screwed."

"Not necessarily."

To my left, the next to enter the audition room seemed to be a familiar face. She flipped her short crimson-colored hair out of her face, revealing bright blue eyes and a clear pale complexion, although she wore way too much makeup. Fixing the collar of her black leather jacket, the girl glared over to me and widened her eyes.

"Rachael? Rachael Anderson?" she asked, a bit nervous.

"Do I know you?" I queried.

"It's Anna from high school. I was friends with Rebecca."

"Oh yeah. That's right. The b***h," I thought to myself.

Clara, standing next to me, could see the annoyance in my expression and quickly interrupted. "Which part are you trying out for?"

"Amanda," Anna declared, her hands placed on her hips. Clara glanced at me, and I lifted my eyebrows.

"Anna Malcolm!" the casting manager announced. Anna smirked and was led inside the audition room.

"Who was that?" Clara put her hand on my shoulder, trying to peer over for a last glimpse of Anna.

"She went to the same high school as me in Washington. Slept with all the guys… even my ex. Hated all of the populars too, especially me."

Clara gawked at me, confused. "You were popular in high school? Then how are you friends with me?"

I laughed, shaking my head, "It's a long story. I'll tell you someday."

Clara rolled her eyes. "Alright. I'll be waiting…" She motioned her index finger. "Give me a moment… She looked a little too confident for this audition…" Clara removed her phone from her pocket and tapped into Safari. I could hardly look over and tell she typed Anna's name into her search bar. It came up with about a thousand results, but one stuck out from the others.

"Anna Malcolm…" Clara whispered, "Sandy in Off-Broadway Grease… New York City, New York." She then bit her lip, and peeked up at me.

"She was on… Broadway…?" I gulped.

"Off Broadway," Clara corrected me, "But… yeah…" She sighed, "Same thing. Broadway experience."

"How?" It surprised me to learn that Rebecca's old friend had been in a hit musical. "It was only three… maybe four years ago. She wasn't even that good of a singer!"

"Maybe it was acting…" My friend attempted to come up with a reason, but since she hadn't known Anna in person, there was no use.

"Maybe… she was moderately good at lying to Caleb, Sarah, and Brittany."

"Who are those people…?"

"Caleb's my ex. Sarah are Brittany were cheerleaders who I hung out with. That is… until Mitch and Jerome showed up."

"Who are Mitch and Jerome?"

"Mitch is my husband."

"That's so sweet! High-school love birds!" She clasped her hands together. "Hope your relationship doesn't turn to shit."

"I hope it doesn't," I grumbled under my breath.

"Did you say Mitch?" Laurel stepped out of the audition room, her eyes peering over towards Clara and I, "Do you happen to be referring to the one and only BajanCanadian Mitchell Hughes?"

I giggled and nodded, "Are you a fan?"

Laurel smiled, "Yeah. I am. I recognized you, Ray… but I didn't want to say anything inside."

"Thanks for being a part of the channel, Laurel. Mitch and I appreciate it."

"Amy helped you get a callback. She's a fan too."

"Oh really?"

Laurel nodded, "She's also the stage manager for the production. We're gonna get you the role."

"I'm sure I can get it without your help..."

Clara interrupted for a split second. "I thought you were auditioning. Your name was called inside."

"I chose to step out. I hate nerves." She shook her body and anxiously grinned, "I can't believe I'm actually meeting you in person, Mrs. BajanCanadian."

I chuckled, "Relax. I'm no celebrity…"

Laurel gasped, "Are you kidding me? Of course you are. Amy and I bow down to you and Mitch."

I glanced back at Clara, freaked. Her sight set directly on Laurel.

"Can you be a little more normal?" Clara questioned.

Laurel finally realized she had weirded me out, and backed off, her hands glued to the edge of the door. "Sorry. I can definitely be a fangirl sometimes. Amy is much worse."

"Then I can't wait to meet Amy," Clara growled through her teeth.

"I think we gotta go," I told Laurel, "One more question… where's the callback forms?"

She instantly presented a piece of paper with the title Amanda Callback.

"Thanks," I slowly took the paper from her and folded it, sticking it into the back pocket of my blue jeans. Clara grabbed my arm and I waved to Laurel as my friend pulled me through the rest of the people auditioning towards the exit.

PM me if you want about what I'm going to do about this sitaution, but just to put it in summary so I don't ramble on: it doesn't matter to me. The guys will still be the guys and they're all doing fine, so I'm fine. It was the same with the Seto decision and the Ryan decision. It only just won't be the same.