A/N: Auditions!
Gucci Mane LaFlare: Yeah. Originally, Jasmine was going to be apart of the drama club, but I wanted things to not solely revolve around that. Gwen and Courtney is an interesting pairing, but I really like writing it. And I agree with you on the Scarlett thing, it's becoming one of my favorite parts to write.
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Amy pursed her lips as she entered the empty classroom, shutting the door behind her quietly as she did before taking a seat on one of the desks. The classroom seemed oddly cursed without any teachers or anything to ruin it.
"Why the fuck are we meeting in this weird-ass classroom? This better be as good as you said it was," Amy asked, glaring at Heather, watching her swipe through her phone. Her long, burgundy nails filled the room with small, angry clicks as she searched through her phone.
"I told you, I have a plan to throw off Courtney, Gwen, and your dorky little sister," Heather reminded Amy. It's not like she really hated Sammy, but insulting her was a surefire way to gain Amy's approval.
"Oh. Well, chop chop, I don't have all day." Heather rolled her eyes as she pulled up the video.
"You know the rumor about Courtney and Gwen being secret lesbians?" Amy nodded, soaking up the possibilities running through her head.
"It's true," Heather clarified as she hopped off the desk, ready to show the evil twin her plans.
"Called it! Those dykes are so weird. Like, who even-"
"Anyway," Heather interrupted, much to Amy's annoyance. "I have the perfect way to expose them, to knock Courtney and that stick up her ass down, to get her gothy girlfriend to shut up, and by association, to get Sammy-"
"It's Samey." Heather rolled her eyes. She always found the 'Samey' nickname to be retarded. It wasn't even a clever insult, middle school level at best.
"To get Samey to fall even more, socially. The key? This video." Heather extended her crimson iPhone to Amy and hit the play button.
The filming was shaky and unsteady, filmed from between a clothing rack. Gwen, Courtney, and Sammy were standing and talking. Eventually, it got to the part of the video where they made their confession. The audio was a bit muffled, but you could clearly hear it all. Amy smirked, laughing maliciously as they admitted their relationship.
"This is like, so gonna break them. Send that to me, right now!" Heather smirked.
"And let you take all the credit? Nice try, bitch. We'll talk about this later." Heather strutted out the door, carrying a business-like poise as she did. Amy's eyes narrowed.
"I'm gonna find a way to get that damn video," Amy mumbled as she followed Heather out the door.
Heather smirked as she listened to Amy mutter to herself.
Hook, line, and sinker.
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Sammy casually walked down the hall. Last period was finally over, and she could go to Drama Club.
"Hey, Sammy, wait up." The blonde turned her head to see Shawn running up to her. He caught up to her soon and began walking beside her.
"Oh, hey, Shawn," Sammy greeted. Shawn adjusted his beanie before giving her a half-smile.
"Well, I just figured that since we're both going to theatre, we might as well walk together," Shawn explained, tucking his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. Sammy smiled.
"Well, okay then. You ready for auditions?"
"It's not like I'm auditioning or anything," he said, kicking a crumpled piece of paper on the floor. Sammy chuckled.
"Yeah, I guess so." Sammy pushed a piece of hair behind her ear. "So, what's up with you and Jasmine?" Shawn flinched, stopping his movement. Sammy stopped walking as well.
"Oh, um, nothing, really, I-"
"Are you sure?" Sammy asked, looking Shawn in his brown eyes. Shawn met her teal eyes before diverting them.
"Look, I don't really know for sure, I don't even, like, really know her know her, you know?" Sammy turned her head.
"Uh, I guess I, like, know," Sammy chuckled, poking fun at Shawn's word choices. He laughed again and the pair continued walking down the hallway, entering the theatre room and taking their seats.
"Well, good talk, I suppose," Shawn commented, leaning back in his chair. There was a decent amount of people in the room already.
"Hey, Jasmine and I were actually planning on going to Wawanakwa Mall or something tomorrow, you can come if you'd like," Sammy asked the brown-haired boy. He perked up slightly.
"Wow, this town sucks at naming shit. Yeah, I'll come- it seems pretty fortified from the undead. Just text me." Sammy seemed a bit confused by his undead talk, but it didn't really matter. She already had his number, since she had to bring his homework one time.
The conversation died off after that. Soon, every other theatre club member was there. Izzy and Eva were the last to get there, the former sitting on the latter's shoulders. Nobody really paid them a second glance. On the cast side of the room, Amy was scanning the room, watching Gwen and Courtney casually talking. Heather elbowed her.
"Don't make it so obvious, dumbass," she hissed into Amy's ear. Amy rolled her eyes.
"Why don't we just hurry up and expose the video? It would be so easy to ruin them, we have all the resources," Amy scoffed, throwing her hair behind her shoulder and hitting Duncan.
"Watch it, Sammy," he warned, carving a piece of wood in his hands. Amy gasped.
"I'm Amy! How could you mix me with my loser sister?" Duncan shrugged.
"Fuck off, you two literally look the exact same, the other one just isn't a bitch, I think." Amy rolled her eyes, going back to talking to Heather.
"To answer your retarded question, it's not the right time. Trust me," Heather explained, crossing her arms.
"Ugh! Whatever." Courtney ended her conversation with her secret lover and stood up, clapping to get the attention of the drama club.
"Alright, today we are having our auditions for Heathers the Musical! Anyone auditioning, come up to me!" Everyone on the cast side walked up to Courtney, along with Zoey.
"Oh, you're auditioning, Zoey?" Sammy asked. She nodded.
"Yeah, it sounds fun, and I like playing the uke and singing, so why not?"
"Okay, when I say your name, tell me which part you're auditioning for." Courtney listened to the cast, scribbling down everyone's names on a sheet of paper and snapping it to a clipboard.
"I'm giving our actors five minutes to read through their lines before we start the audition process. You may use your script, but bonus points if you don't. We're starting with the spoken monologues, just letting you guys know," Courtney announced, walking over to the crew.
"You all don't really have a lot to do, except those helping with auditions. Everyone else can read through the script, watch the actors perform, just try to make yourself useful, 'kay?" Everyone else nodded. Sammy and Shawn grabbed chairs and sat in front of the stage.
"So, who are you most excited to see fuck up? For me, Amy," Sammy asked, shifting anxiously in her chair. Shawn shrugged.
"Eh, probably Sugar, since she's, you know-"
"Sugar," Sammy giggled, finishing his sentence.
The actors were reading through their scripts, some helping each other. Surprisingly, Lindsay was helping Beth with her lines.
"Oh, you're like, so pretty, Beth! Try to project your voice more, you're totes amazing at singing!" Beth blushed.
"Aw, thanks! I'm hoping they cast me as McNamara." Lindsay beamed as she continued listening to Beth's singing.
Others, like Duncan, could care less about auditions.
"'Seems every time I'm about to despair, there's a 7-11 right there'? The fuck is this song about?" He lamented, flipping through the audition scripts the stage manager had passed out at the last drama practice.
"Again, why are you here?" Tyler asked again, taking a break from watching Lindsay and practicing his lines as Kurt.
"I told you, I needed to join a club because McLame wanted me to have a positive influence or some shit, and this is the least lame one," Duncan said, rolling his eyes as he drew a penis on someone's backpack.
"Hey, what are you doing with my backpack!" Tyler cried out. Duncan sighed and quickly made extra marks on it.
"Relax, man, it's a smiley face." Duncan tossed Tyler his red backpack, who glared at the punk upon seeing the new addition.
Amy and Heather were still debating whether to expose the video or not, working under the guise of rehearsing lines.
"I told you, if we expose it now, it won't be the optimal time. It's going to flop," Heather retorted as she read through Chandler's monologue. Amy narrowed her eyes.
"And I said that if we wait, it's just going to come out anyway and we won't get any of the credit!"
"Listen, bitch, I know you think you're high and mighty because you throw a few shitty insults at your sister, but you're really not. Just because you have money and you aren't half bad looking doesn't mean you get everything." Heather crossed her arms. Working with Amy was relentless. She was going to have to warp her plans if she was going to continue acting like this.
"I can't believe you just said that! You know, you say you hate that Alejandro guy, but I bet-"
"This is rich coming from the girl who dates a new guy every week. Puh-lease, I bet you haven't even gone past first base."
"Well, I-"
"Everyone, auditions are starting! We can listen to Amy and Heather talk shit afterward," Courtney called out. Gwen and Beardo soon joined Shawn and Sammy at the stage. Courtney sat in the middle in a desk chair.
"So, that was great," Shawn commented, propping his feet up on the stage. Sammy let out a sigh, blowing a chunk of hair from her eyes.
"Eeyup."
"So, first up auditioning is Ella, for the role of 'Veronica Sawyer'," Courtney said as Ella walked onto the stage. She took a deep breath before beginning.
"My parents wanted to move me into high school out of the sixth grade, but we decided to chuck the idea because I'd have trouble making friends, blah blah blah," Ella spoke, holding a script but mostly keeping her eyes off of it, making light hand motions as she spoke.
Courtney already began to take notes. 'Too happy for Veronica, a bit too soft-spoken, but good memorization and inflection overall' she scrawled out, her pen movements loud enough for those around her to hear. Sammy, feeling intimidated, wrote down 'feels pretty confident'. Shawn and Gwen's papers lay blank as Beardo wrote a word or two.
"Now, blah blah blah is all I ever do!" Ella exclaimed, throwing up her arms. "I use my grand IQ to decide what color of gloss I should wear in the morning and-" Ella paused to read the script again.
"How to hit...three keggers before, um, curfew," Ella said, feeling slightly uncomfortable with what she had to say. More scribbling. Heather rolled her eyes as she watched.
"It's a dark comedy, the fuck did Cinderella expect?" Heather thought, reading her own lines again.
"Betty Finn was a true friend and I sold her out for a bunch of swatch-dogs and diet cokeheads." Eva and Izzy watched from the desk, bored as hell. Lindsay and Beth were silently making a secret handshake together. Amy merely stared at Heather, reading her actions and seeing if there was a way to take her phone.
"Killing Heather-" Heather perked up upon hearing her name and continued listening half-heartedly to Ella's monologue. "-would be like offing the Wicked Witch of the west."
"Wait, east. West! God, I sound like a f-" Ella stopped again. "Do I really have to say the, you know, f-word?" She asked, dropping her voice at the end as if she had said some sort of horrific slur.
"Uh, no, if it doesn't make you feel comfortable," Beardo answered for the stage manager.
"Okay, then I'm done. Thank you all for listening!" She beamed, taking a bow. Courtney clapped awkwardly, looking around the room and expecting people to join in. Of course, nobody did, except Lindsay, who was trying to be a good sport, and Izzy, who feverishly clapped for an uncomfortably long time. Courtney cleared her throat.
"Um, very good, Ella. Next up is Topher, as Jason Dean."
Most people tuned out the next few auditions. Katie, who did a very stilted reading as Heather Duke. Sadie, who did the same thing but slightly better. Tyler, who didn't do half bad as Kurt, even if he tripped twice during the performance.
"Next up is Amy, auditioning for Veronica Sawyer."
Amy walked onto the stage, clicking her white cheerleader boots loudly as she did. Heather watched with mild interest as Amy took her spot, holding her script and clearing her throat.
"My parents wanted to move ME into high school from the sixth grade, but we decided to chuck the idea because I'd have trouble making friends, blah blah blah!" Amy spoke, enunciating her words too much and constantly reading from the script. Heather held back a laugh as she continued her reading of the next few line, as Amy clearly knew nothing about acting.
Sammy merely wrote, 'do not fucking cast her, no matter what' on her paper, while Courtney basically did the same in a more professional format. Shawn still had a blank paper, while Gwen's was filled with doodles. Nobody in the audience really listened to her, either. They had grown tired of doing that a while ago.
"Killing HEATHER-" Amy said, nearly shouting the second word and directing her attention to Heather. "-would be like offing the Wicked Witch of the East. No, Eas-wait, shit."
Amy took a moment to reread the line before starting again.
"East. No, west. God, I sound like a fucking psychopath!" She seethed, stomping her foot dramatically at the end before smiling sweetly at the stage manager.
"Thank you all!" She blew kisses toward the audience, dramatically bowing before exiting the stage. Heather rolled her eyes.
"You didn't win a goddamn Tony, Amy, who do you think you're fooling?" Duncan shouted from the sidelines. Amy walked over, kicking him where the sun doesn't shine and going to sit near Heather with a smirk.
"Well, Duncan, let's see how well you do as-" Beardo stopped to read Courtney's list. "-Jason Dean!" Duncan rolled his eyes, hopping onto the stage lazily.
"Can't believe you did it. I was teasing. I loved you." Gwen and Courtney both flinched at this line, as they had heard it too many times by him, even if this was just an audition he was putting no effort into.
Which, was pretty similar to his relationships with both girls.
"Sure, I was coming up here to kill you... First I was gonna try and get you back with my amazing petition. It's a shame you can't see what our fellow students really signed. Listen," Duncan spoke directly from the script, stumbling through his words in a neutral, unchanged voice the entire time.
"'We, students at Westerburg High, will die. Today. Our burning bodies will be the ultimate protest to a society that degrades us. Fuck you all!'" Duncan followed the last line with a middle finger to the audience, specifically to Courtney, who rolled her eyes and scrawled another note down.
"It's not very subtle, but neither is blowing up a whole school, now is it?" Duncan jumped off the stage, going back to his position against the wall and opening a pack of cigarettes, preparing to smoke one.
"Hey, maybe don't smoke inside, especially right beside an air vent," Shawn warned the punk. Duncan rolled his eyes and put the cancer stick back, pulling out a cracked iPhone and messing around with it.
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Izzy giggled maniacally to herself out of nowhere, causing Scarlett to snap her pencil. She glared at her fellow redhead.
"I'm bored!" Izzy whispered loudly to Eva and Scarlett.
"What do you suggest we do, then?" Scarlett asked, rolling her eyes.
"I dunno, mess around in the storage basement?" Izzy suggested, pointing at the door that read 'storage basement'. The trio shrugged and opened the door quietly.
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A few more people went up to audition, most of them unmemorable and bad. It wasn't long before it was Heather's turn to audition.
"Heather, auditioning for Chandler," Sammy announced for Courtney, who looked exhausted at this point. Heather drew her lipsticked mouth into a smirk, strutting onstage. Her script was left on the table.
"Like I give a shit. They all want me as a friend or a fuck," Heather scoffed, swaying her hand as if she was above the entire school.
Not like it was far from the truth.
"I'm worshipped at Westerburg, and I'm only a Junior." Heather carried herself with a bitchy poise not unlike what she'd normally have as she spoke, giving the role some personality unlike the others who had auditioned. She turned her eyes to an invisible target.
"I can't believe this. We're going to a party at Remington University tonight, and we're brushing up on our conversational skills with the scum of the school." Heather strutted off the stage, winking at Amy as she did.
"You still think you're hot shit, do you now?" Amy rolled her eyes, but she couldn't even think of a retort to counter Heather. The role of Chandler had her name on it.
Literally.
"Okay, never thought I'd say this, but great work, Heather. Umm," Courtney paused to look at her binder. "Next up is-oh god." Her face paled as she read the next name. Gwen was the first to react.
"What is it, Court'?"
"Um, next up is...Sugar." Shawn and Sammy shared a smirk as the country queen ran onstage, carrying her script.
"Good evening, y'all! I am Sugar, the perfect pageant star herself, who, might I add, was the cow in-" She began before Courtney cut her off.
"Look, Sugar, I'm-" She swallowed her words for a second. "-sorry about this, but we're kind of on a tight schedule, could you maybe cut the intro?" Sugar rolled her eyes.
"Fine, dream killer. Anywho, I'm auditioning for that there Valerie Swarmer chick, got it!?" She asked, jabbing a finger at the audience. Sammy stifled a chuckle before Sugar cleared her throat loudly, punching her chest twice.
"Mah parents wanted to move me into high schoo' straight out'a the 6th grade, but we tossed the idea-"
"Um, sorry, but we're running out of time, Sugar. Don't worry, we got a lot of your-" Courtney coughed a bit. "-superb acting from that line alone." Sugar glared at Courtney and stormed off stage.
"I'm not going to read the rest because I don't wanna, not because you said so!" Sugar added, crossing her arms.
"Okay then, next up is Beth, for McNamara," Shawn lazily called out. Sammy watched his movements instead of Beth. He was surprisingly pretty cool, they had never really talked before, even though they had a few classes together last year and were part of drama club as a freshman.
Something about merely being around Shawn was making Sammy feel…happier. More confident and comforting, even. She shook it off and paid attention to Beth instead.
Beth pantomimed digging through a locker for a few seconds before saying her line. Lindsay was holding Beth's script, following along with her acting.
"Look...Heather left behind one of her swatches," Beth said, holding up an invisible item. "She'd want you to have it, Veronica." She tossed the invisible object at an invisible Veronica.
"She always did say you couldn't accessorize for shit." Beth shook her head. "What a waste."
"Veronica...Veronica, what are you doing?" Beth asked before smiling at Courtney and walking offstage. They had given up on clapping five auditions ago.
Zoey went last, giving a decent, scriptless reading for Veronica. Courtney gave a fatigued smile.
"Okay, now we're going to move on to the singing portion. We will be singing Big Fun all the way through because I don't feel like listening to Beautiful again. Okay, for Veronica-" Courtney looked at the crew who was helping her cast.
"I dunno, Ella was pretty good," Shawn suggested, looking at his blank notes as a reference. Courtney nodded.
"Okay, Ella is Veronica, um, Heather, you can be Chandler." Heather smirked. She knew she had this role.
"Amy, you can be McNamara, and Zoey will be Duke." Amy scoffed, she wanted a larger role than the weakling Heather. Zoey was happy enough with her role.
Courtney finished casting the auditionees. They looked satisfied enough with their roles. Topher looked ecstatic to be Jason Dean. Tyler, who was Kurt, tried to high five Duncan, who was cast as Ram, who merely blew him off.
"I can't believe I was cast for Martha! Just because we have a similar appearance doesn't mean I should be Martha. I did way better than Amy, but just because she's thin and pretty she got the better role!" Beth complained to Lindsay, who frowned.
"Beth, you're really pretty, no matter your body type! Plus, your personality is like, way better than Amy. And Martha seems like a nice role," Lindsay comforted, patting Beth's shoulder.
"Hey, thanks! And this is just my first play, anyway. Martha is still cool," she nodded and began highlighting her lines.
"You made a mistake, Courtney! Why am I 'new wave girl'? I don't wanna be some nobody," Sugar complained, waving her script in Courtney's face.
"Well, um, these aren't definite! You'll get your, um, official casting later!" Courtney said, sweating nervously. Sugar glared, backing off but not completely.
"I better be one of them Heathers," she grumbled, sitting down on a desk and reading the lyrics for Big Fun.
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"Look at all this cool stuff, Scarly!" Izzy exclaimed, swinging from a treadmill.
Eva looked around. There were some props and random scrap pieces scattered around a room. Racks of clothing sat around the room, full of things from bear suits to dresses.
"Interesting…" Scarlett said, lifting up a broken smoke machine at eye level.
"Also, don't call me Scarly," she muttered, setting down the machine and searching through the clothing. All of a sudden, Izzy burst from the clothing rack, adorned in one of the bear suits.
"Rawr!" She screamed, muffled through the bear costume. Scarlett jumped.
"Izzy! Wait, how did you get there and put that suit on so fast?" She questioned. Izzy laughed and took off the head.
"Magic!" She waved her hands, squirming out of the costume, grinning from ear-to-ear as Scarlett pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I'm sure that's what that is."
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A/N: So auditions were longer than I thought it would be, so I split up this chapter so the length of the chapters would stay consistent. Some of this got repetitive, so I added in more of Izzy, Eva, and Scarlett's shenanigans.