Chapter 11
Ian noticed that Amy seemed lost in thought while they walked down the hallway.
"What are you thinking of, Love?" He asked.
"Well, Mr. Thompson, the drama teacher, said that we would be starting a new play this week, and he would tell us what play we would do today, so I thought that you may be able to have a part in it." She explained.
"Yes, that would be lovely, wouldn't it." He said. He saw her flinch at lovely, and mentally kicked himself. Here he was, trying to be exceptionally nice to Amy, and he just brings back bad memories.
"So, why do you like drama? You certainly don't seem like the type to like being on stage." He said, changing the subject.
"Oh, well, I like that acting part of it, not the being on stage. The fun it is to act outweighs my fear of being on stage." She replied. Just then, they reached the classroom, though it didn't really look like a classroom.
When Ian opened the door, he saw something that he was not entirely expecting. The "classroom" was so grand that you wouldn't have guessed that it would be here from how the school looked in the front. There was a large stage at the end of the room, with entryways and exits coming of it in different place, most likely leading to an unseen backstage. There were large red curtains framing the stage, and tiered steps leading up to it. There were rows and rows of seats and benches filling in all other space. A few students were already there, sitting in the chairs or on the stage, in addition to short, portly man rushing between the stage and a closet in the back. The man was carrying a cardboard box full of papers.
"There's Mr. Thompson." Amy said, pointing to the man. "Let's go talk to him." They walked over to Mr. Thompson, who seemed busy organizing props, haveing seemingly moved on from the papers.
"Hello, Mr. Thompson." Any said
"Why, hello Amy! And who might this be?" Mr. Thompson replied, putting on a pair of spectacles.
"I'm Ian. I'm a new student here." Ian said.
"Oh, yes yes, I was told about you. Well, since you seem to already know Amy, how about you sit next to her for now, and she can explain every thing to you."
"Ok." Ian said.
"Well now, don't wait, go get some good seats in the front!" Mr. Thompson said before rushing of again.
"Ok, let's go then." Amy said before starting of towards the rows of seats.
"Anything for you, love." Ian said, much to Amy's frustration.
They sat down in the first row, just a few minutes before class started.
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