"Angelina, let us rest!" I exclaimed, exhausted. The 19 year old gave me
along with four other girls a sympathetic look, but said, "Sorry girls, but
you've got to keep practicing! We told you it would be hard work, with
dedication required. You've only got about ten minutes left, though. You
can do it! Now, get into your places."
Sighing with defeat, I took my place in front of a row of girls: Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and Padma and Parvati Patil. They began singing from where they began:
***I've been crying (oo oo)
cuz i'm lonely (for you)
smiles have all turned (to tears)
but tears won't wash away the fear
betcha never ever gonna return
to ease the fire that within me burns
it keeps me (crying baby for you)
keeps me (sighing baby for you)
so won't you hurry
come on boy
see about me (come see about me)
see about--"***
Suddenly, everything went blurry, and I collapsed to the floor. The backround music stopped, and the group, along with Angelina, crowded around me. I could barely make out their voices, they seemed distant.
"Did she eat anything this morning?" I heard Angelina ask. "She woke up late, and insisted she didn't have time before rehearsal." "Come on, we've got to get Katie to the infirmary," Angelina replied.
Everything managed to grow even blurrier as I blacked out.....
(A/N: This will explain WTH is going on with the charactars....)
**FLASH BACK**
The sorting ceremony had just ended, but before everyone was able to begin eating, Headmaster Dumbledor had one, last, announcement.
"There has been one more elective class added to the curriculum this year, The Performing Arts Department. All years will be allowed to sign up to learn the different dance, music, and voice arts. They will from then on placed into levels. One thing, though, that will be special, is there will be auditions to form a singing group. It will be on a proffesional level, with a choreographer, manager, and it will take many hours from your schedule. You will be asked to try out for this. The people who shall be doing the selecting will be The Weird Sisters as a favor to the school." Here, there were excited whispers coursing through the Great Hall. 'This'll be great!' I thought. I Loved singing and performing. 'I'm definatly trying out!'
Dumbledor held up a hand to silence everyone. "I would like to introduce two people who everyone is most likely familiar with. Angelina Johnson and Oliver Wood." Angelina had graduated the year before, but was back for some odd reason, and I was equally curious about why Oliver was here. I thought he would still be training with Puddlemere, but I remembered the season was out, on a break. As if reading my mind, Dumbledor proceeded to explain. "Angelina shall act as choreographer, and dance teacher. Oliver will act as a manager for the group, organizing everything. Now, if you have anymore questions that are not answered on the flyers," suddenly, colorful flyers appeared in front of everyone. "Ask Ms. Johnson, Mr. Wood, or a proffesor." I looked down at my flyer.
~~~SINGING GROUP AUDITIONS:~~~
This Saturday at 3:00
Have something prepared to sing in front of judge
pannal
Group would meet twice a day, from 6-8 a.m (breakfast
will be held early for participants) and after classes
from 3:30-600 p.m. (dinner will also be held after-words
for participants) If grades are not able to be held up
(must have C average) person must leave said group.
~~~GOOD LUCK TO ALL!!~~~
**End Flashback**
Well, guess what? I made the group. I hadn't realized how strenuous the rehearsals were. I had woken up late, and hadn't had time to eat breakfast. I noticed now how it affected me, laying in the hospital wing.
It was our fourth practice day already, and we'd been busy. The schedule hadn't been a problem, since everything had been cleared, but I came back from practice tired and sore. The main thing everyone was impressed with was that we'd already had 2 songs down, one routine (still shaky, mind you), and were working on a routine for the other song. Our group was extremely dedicated, and everyone was impressed. Although, we STILL haven't come up with a name. Yet.
After a few minutes in the hospital wing, some foul tasting potion, and protesting from Madame Pomfrey and insisting on my part, I was allowed to go back and rehearse. First, though, we ran into Oliver, who still managed to have the female population of, oh, the world, swooning after him. "What happened?" he asked me, looking concerned, and paling conciderably. Angelina replayed the whole story, and Oliver offered me some Honey-dukes chocolate, which I accepted.
I was considerably surprised. We been avoiding each other almost completely, since we met over the summer and he'd kissed me, then run off shocked without saying a word.
Just before we went our seperate ways, I into the rehearsal room, and him into the makeshift office he'd been using, our gazing locked. We stared into each other's eyes for a few moments, until Parvati's voice jarred me out of my trance, rushing me back. "Thanks again." I said flustered. "Your welcome, feel better." And we rushed off, both considerably more red than we started out.
I was over him. Wasn't I??
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~
A/N: Don't worry, this WON'T be one of those 'OMG! We're gonna be famous!!!' fics, and it's not gonna concentrate wholey on the band, but with the teenage-stress thing and romance.
Disclaimers: I do not Harry Potter and Co., nor do I own 'Diana Ross and The Supremes' or any of their songs.
Smooches!!!!
3 RF
Sighing with defeat, I took my place in front of a row of girls: Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and Padma and Parvati Patil. They began singing from where they began:
***I've been crying (oo oo)
cuz i'm lonely (for you)
smiles have all turned (to tears)
but tears won't wash away the fear
betcha never ever gonna return
to ease the fire that within me burns
it keeps me (crying baby for you)
keeps me (sighing baby for you)
so won't you hurry
come on boy
see about me (come see about me)
see about--"***
Suddenly, everything went blurry, and I collapsed to the floor. The backround music stopped, and the group, along with Angelina, crowded around me. I could barely make out their voices, they seemed distant.
"Did she eat anything this morning?" I heard Angelina ask. "She woke up late, and insisted she didn't have time before rehearsal." "Come on, we've got to get Katie to the infirmary," Angelina replied.
Everything managed to grow even blurrier as I blacked out.....
(A/N: This will explain WTH is going on with the charactars....)
**FLASH BACK**
The sorting ceremony had just ended, but before everyone was able to begin eating, Headmaster Dumbledor had one, last, announcement.
"There has been one more elective class added to the curriculum this year, The Performing Arts Department. All years will be allowed to sign up to learn the different dance, music, and voice arts. They will from then on placed into levels. One thing, though, that will be special, is there will be auditions to form a singing group. It will be on a proffesional level, with a choreographer, manager, and it will take many hours from your schedule. You will be asked to try out for this. The people who shall be doing the selecting will be The Weird Sisters as a favor to the school." Here, there were excited whispers coursing through the Great Hall. 'This'll be great!' I thought. I Loved singing and performing. 'I'm definatly trying out!'
Dumbledor held up a hand to silence everyone. "I would like to introduce two people who everyone is most likely familiar with. Angelina Johnson and Oliver Wood." Angelina had graduated the year before, but was back for some odd reason, and I was equally curious about why Oliver was here. I thought he would still be training with Puddlemere, but I remembered the season was out, on a break. As if reading my mind, Dumbledor proceeded to explain. "Angelina shall act as choreographer, and dance teacher. Oliver will act as a manager for the group, organizing everything. Now, if you have anymore questions that are not answered on the flyers," suddenly, colorful flyers appeared in front of everyone. "Ask Ms. Johnson, Mr. Wood, or a proffesor." I looked down at my flyer.
~~~SINGING GROUP AUDITIONS:~~~
This Saturday at 3:00
Have something prepared to sing in front of judge
pannal
Group would meet twice a day, from 6-8 a.m (breakfast
will be held early for participants) and after classes
from 3:30-600 p.m. (dinner will also be held after-words
for participants) If grades are not able to be held up
(must have C average) person must leave said group.
~~~GOOD LUCK TO ALL!!~~~
**End Flashback**
Well, guess what? I made the group. I hadn't realized how strenuous the rehearsals were. I had woken up late, and hadn't had time to eat breakfast. I noticed now how it affected me, laying in the hospital wing.
It was our fourth practice day already, and we'd been busy. The schedule hadn't been a problem, since everything had been cleared, but I came back from practice tired and sore. The main thing everyone was impressed with was that we'd already had 2 songs down, one routine (still shaky, mind you), and were working on a routine for the other song. Our group was extremely dedicated, and everyone was impressed. Although, we STILL haven't come up with a name. Yet.
After a few minutes in the hospital wing, some foul tasting potion, and protesting from Madame Pomfrey and insisting on my part, I was allowed to go back and rehearse. First, though, we ran into Oliver, who still managed to have the female population of, oh, the world, swooning after him. "What happened?" he asked me, looking concerned, and paling conciderably. Angelina replayed the whole story, and Oliver offered me some Honey-dukes chocolate, which I accepted.
I was considerably surprised. We been avoiding each other almost completely, since we met over the summer and he'd kissed me, then run off shocked without saying a word.
Just before we went our seperate ways, I into the rehearsal room, and him into the makeshift office he'd been using, our gazing locked. We stared into each other's eyes for a few moments, until Parvati's voice jarred me out of my trance, rushing me back. "Thanks again." I said flustered. "Your welcome, feel better." And we rushed off, both considerably more red than we started out.
I was over him. Wasn't I??
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~
A/N: Don't worry, this WON'T be one of those 'OMG! We're gonna be famous!!!' fics, and it's not gonna concentrate wholey on the band, but with the teenage-stress thing and romance.
Disclaimers: I do not Harry Potter and Co., nor do I own 'Diana Ross and The Supremes' or any of their songs.
Smooches!!!!
3 RF
