Chapter 10

Holy Moly, I'm already on Chapter 10! Awesome! Thanks for sticking with me for this long! Anyway, the next chapter I will update will be on my birthday, next Wednesday. I have prom this week and I'm so busy with that, so it's going to be a while. Sorry. But enjoy this chapter! :)

"Ouch, that hurts! Stop poking me!" Sam yelled, standing on a chair, as Carly put pins in her sixteenth century dress so she could hem it, as Sam currently tripped in it whenever she walked.

"I'm sorry!" she said, frustrated, as she placed another one, so Sam's dress would fall right below the ankle. "It's not my fault the last person to wear this dress was so tall! And can you keep it down? It's not like we're alone!" Carly lifted her head up and looked around the green room, thankful that no one had paid attention to Sam's outburst.

"I'm so bored! How much longer do I have to stand here?"

"Not much." Carly responded, placing another pin. "About twenty more minutes."

"Ugh!"

"Sam, I just started five minutes ago, calm down."

"Why do we need to do this now? The play's not for another three weeks!"

"Two weeks, six days, four hours, and twenty-two minutes." Carly corrected. Sam looked at her in disbelief. "Noelle keeps a countdown clock back here." She explained. "If you're bored, why don't I help you with your lines?"

"That would be a good idea, if I had any." Sam retorted.

"Oh, I forgot. Sorry. Then, why don't we talk about…hmm…"she said, tapping the end of the pin she was holding against her lip as she thought. "What is it like being an actor?"

"Boring." Sam responded. "All I do is stand there. Listening to what Mrs. Brick tells us to do."

"That's because she's the director. At least she doesn't come backstage yelling at you if ten people's outfits don't look right. 'We open in three weeks! These dresses need to be hemmed now!'" she mocked.

Sam laughed. "That's kinda funny!"

"Not if you're the one Noelle put in charge of hemming while she goes and 'does things' with her boyfriend." Carly shivered in disgust.

"What kind of things?" Sam wanted to know.

"I don't know, and I really don't want to ask!"

"Oh, THOSE kinds of things."

"Yeah," Carly said as she placed the last pin on the dress. "There. All done. Sooner than I thought." She added with a smile.

"ROSALINE ONSTAGE!" they heard from outside the door in the auditorium.

"And just in time too." Sam added as she ran out the door.

"Knock 'em dead!" Carly yelled after her.

She was just starting to put her pins away when Freddie walked up to her. "Hey, Carly, Miss Sunshine says my pants are too long. Can you fix them?"

"Sure," she said with a sigh. "So, how's playing…I'm sorry, what character do you play again?"

"Mercutio. Romeo's best friend."

"Oh, right. So, how is it playing Mercutio?"

"Terrible. Joe is so mean. He just walks around like, 'Oh, I'm the star. I'm the greatest thing that ever lived. Blah blah blah!'" He made a face.

"Well, did you talk to Mrs. Brick?"

Freddie laughed. "Yeah, like she's going to fire Romeo just because I said he wasn't nice. That's not how it works here in showbiz, Carly."

Carly stifled a giggle. How funny. Freddie thinks that since he's doing one show with the school he can begin using Hollywood talk.

"Why are you laughing?" Freddie asked.

"What? Oh, nothing." She said as she placed a pin on his pant leg.

"So, how long is this going to take? I'm starting to get bored."

"You are just like Sam sometimes, you know that?"

"I am not!"

"Yes you are!"

"Why would you even say that?"

"Because Sam said the exact same thing while I was hemming her dress."

"Ugh." Freddie silently swore at the sky, cursing whoever put that idea in Carly Shay's head.

"Anyway, how are your lines coming along?" Carly continued.

"Fine. Hard to understand, but fine."

"What is so hard to understand about 'To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler-'"

"Carly, Carly, Carly!" Freddie interrupted her.

"What? I was on a roll!"

"Wrong play."

"Oh, never mind then. Your pants are done, by the way." she said, nodding at the bottom of his pants, pinned perfectly, right above Freddie's shoes.

"Thanks." He said, walking away.

"I'm going to need them back before you leave so we can hem them tomorrow! Tell Sam that too!"

"Will do." He said, closing the door.

As Carly cleaned up the pins off of the floor, she heard a car park outside. She sighed. That could only mean one thing. Noelle is back. Oh, joy.

"Oh, Carly? I need you to…um…help me with something."

"Coming." She sighed. I am going to be this girl's slave forever, aren't I?

A/N: You know what happens after the two week mark passes? Full dress rehearsals! (Meaning, Carly doesn't have to do that much work. :D) Well, I hope you liked this chapter! Happy Mother's Day! Oh, and in a few hours or so I'm going to "publish" iCarly version of the movie Chicago, based off of the musical, so read that if you have the time… Other than that, have a GREAT day, please review, and I'll talk to you all later! :)