Things I'll Never Say
A/N: Wow, I'm so happy that some people found my fic enjoyable! You all are so great! Thanks a million to everyone who reviewed the first chapter . . . you know who you are. Also, thanks for the tips and compliments everyone gave me, and I'm going to use that feedback I received to attempt to improve my writing.
By the way, I made up screennames for our favorite trio because I couldn't remember if their screennames had ever been mentioned on the show (*gasp*), and I figured that even if they had, they probably would have gotten new ones by their senior year.
Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire doesn't belong to me; "Things I'll Never Say" belongs to Avril Lavigne; Moulin Rouge belongs to Baz Luhrman.
Chapter Two:
January 8, 2006
xoLizzieox: I've made my decision you guys . . . I'm gonna audition for the musical!
OhNoIt'sDrama: I'm so happy! I knew you'd change your mind . . . but what did make you change your mind?
xoLizzieox: I guess I just decided that it's my senior year and I need to do something.
Gordo18: *is hurt* So I guess my pep talk I gave you in the car had nothing to do with it? Lizzie . . . I'm shocked!
xoLizzieox: Well, maybe a little.
OhNoIt's Drama: I'm highly offended, Liz! After all my begging and pleading, you change your mind because he gives you a pep talk. Hmph.
Gordo18: I guess my pep talks are miracle workers. And she likes me better than you.
OnNoIt'sDrama: That's so immature, Gordo.
xoLizzieox: *laughs* You guys are insane! Miranda, your begging and pleading convinced me, too - I wasn't sure how much more I could handle without having some sort of anxiety attack!
OhNoIt'sDrama: So I annoyed you into it?
OhNoIt'sDrama: Works for me!
xoLizzieox: lol, Miranda!
OhNoIt'sDrama: Thank you, I'll be here all year. :)
OhNoIt'sDrama: Ugh, Mom wants to call Aunt Denise . . . gotta go. See you in school tomorrow!
xoLizzieox: Bye.
Gordo18: Bye, Randa.
OhNoIt'sDrama signed off at 8:46 p.m.
Gordo18: Hey, Lizzie . . . ?
xoLizzieox: Yeah, Gordo?
Gordo18: I'm glad you changed your mind.
Gordo18: About the musical, I mean.
Gordo18: It'll be fun . . .
Gordo18: Working together, that is. If we both get cast.
Gordo18: Lizzie? Are you there?
Gordo18: HELLO?
xoLizzieox signed off at 9:05 p.m.
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January 16, 2006
True to what I had said to Miranda and Gordo on the Internet the previous week, when the day of auditions came, I headed for the auditorium. Both Miranda and Gordo followed along after me, but for different reasons - Miranda for moral support, and Gordo because he was auditioning as well. Gordo and I had decided that if we auditioned and he wasn't cast, then I would decline my role, and vice versa, just because it was nice to be reassured that we'd have each other among all the cheerleaders.
When we entered the large auditorium, most of the center seats close to the front had been taken. As I had suspected, Kate Sanders and her group of giggling friends were the majority of the students present, with a few jocks seated around them; the other remaining few were the stereotypical drama geeks, dressed all in black and looking as laid-back and casual as ever. I glanced at Gordo for a moment, intending on sharing a worried look with him, but he looked perfectly at ease. I settled for sharing the look with Miranda, who smiled at me in a comforting manner.
We sat a little further back than most of the prospective actors and actresses, but still a little closer to the front than some of the more shy kids - mostly freshmen and a couple of sophomores - who most likely would be a part of the stage crew rather than an actor in the actual play. Looking around, I picked out the girls who would be the most competition . . . undoubtedly Kate would put up a fight, as would Claire Miller, Deirdre Weaver, Ashlee Baker, Dee Thacker, and Caitie Blackburn. There were a couple of girls whom I didn't recognize, therefore I was unable to gauge how much of a hindrance they would be to me getting the lead.
Hold on, Lizzie, I snapped to myself, shaking my head. Just the other day I'd been saying I didn't want a lead. Apparently, something had changed that. Slowly, I looked to my left at Gordo, who was involved in an animated conversation with Miranda, and suddenly I knew what had changed my mind so quickly. I mentally kicked myself for it.
Before I had any more time to scold myself any more, Mrs. Baxter walked onto the stage from the side, her high heels making clicking sounds as she walked. The band teacher, Mr. Hollifield, was behind her, pushing out a small piano with the help of some kid I didn't know. After Mr. Hollifield took a seat on the bench another kid had brought out for him, Mrs. Baxter faced us, a large smile on her face.
"Good afternoon, kids," she said. "I'm so surprised that there is such a turnout this year! I'm sure our musical will turn out wonderfully." The woman paused for a moment and shuffled through her papers, then handed one, along with a pen, to a junior named Felicity Collier. "If you would, please write down your name, grade, and phone number in case I need to contact you. Also, write down which role you would like to have. Since there's a larger crowd than I anticipated, and since we only have the auditiorium for two hours before dance team practice, we're going to have to hurry through the audition process.
"But before we begin, I'm going to announce the musical we are going to be putting on this year. I'm confident you've all seen the movie, and if not, you've at least heard about it. This year, we will be putting on Moulin Rouge!"
When Mrs. Baxter's announcement was made, the auditorium practically erupted with excited chatter. I leaned over Gordo to squeal my approval to Miranda, who squealed back and squeezed my hands. The two of us had an infatuation with Moulin Rouge, and had occassionally fantasized about what it would be like to star in a stage production of it. Miranda and I found the story of Satine and Christian to be heart-wrenchingly beautiful, and loved every minute of the movie. Gordo, on the other hand, had found Christian to be sappy and had enjoyed every minute of the Duke's screen time.
As Mrs. Baxter started speaking again, obviously thrilled that students were showing so much interest in the musical, I heard Gordo mutter under his breath, "Just wonderful." I couldn't resist tapping him on the shoulder and grinning widely at him. He just scowled at me in return.
"All right, we're going to get this show on the road," Mrs. Baxter said after everyone had wrote their name on the sheet. She glanced at it, and then checked off a name. "We'll begin with auditions for the role of Satine. Mariah Roberts, could you please come up here and read from the script?"
Auditions processed like that for a while. Unsurprisingly, most of the girls were auditioning for Satine. Everyone was pretty good with acting and singing, so when Mrs. Baxter called my name, not even the comforting looks from Miranda and Gordo helped to calm my nerves.
I walked to the front and accepted the script from Mrs. Baxter, studied it for a moment, and then made my way onto the stage. When Mrs. Baxter signaled for me to go, I took a deep breath and began. "I don't need you anymore! All my life you've made me believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me! But Christian loves me. He loves me, Harold. He LOVES me! And that is worth everything. We're going away from you, away from the Duke, away from the Moulin Rouge! Goodbye, Harold."
I stopped reading to look out at the audience and at Mrs. Baxter. I could see Miranda giving me a thumbs up, and Gordo was grinning. I was unable to read the look on Mrs. Baxter's face, and I decided to think that she was impressed with me.
"That was very nice, Mrs. McGuire," she said after a moment. "Could you please sing the highlighted lines on this page?" She handed the music sheet to me, taking the script back and placing it in front of her.
"Want to vanish inside your kiss. Every day I'm loving you more and more. Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings? Come back to me and forgive everything! Seasons may change, winter to spring, but I love you . . . I love you till the end of time." I stopped at the end of the yellow highlighter and Mrs. Baxter nodded at me. I was a little surprised that that was all I had to sing. Grinning, I rejoined Miranda and Gordo in the audience.
Now all I had to do was wait.
A/N: Just to have you all know, I had four 5-7 sentence paragraphs written after Miranda, Gordo, and Lizzie's IM conversation and that was going to be the entirety of this chapter, but when I got home from school to post it, I was hit with an overwhelming sense of guilt, and so I rewrote it to make it longer. You should thank me for that, lol!
Once again, I'm just so happy that you all have read my fic and taken the time to respond! If you'd like to be notified of when I update, e-mail me at riflediva726@yahoo.com . . . please do not say so in a review, because then I may miss you when it comes time to send out an e-mail. Thanks.
Oh, yes . . . I'm not sure if this has ever been done before in a LM fic (putting on Moulin Rouge) but I'm going to play it safe and say it's not my idea.
By the way . . . in case you couldn't figure it out for some odd reason:
Gordo18=Gordo
OhNoIt'sDrama=Miranda
xoLizzieox=Lizzie
By the way, I made up screennames for our favorite trio because I couldn't remember if their screennames had ever been mentioned on the show (*gasp*), and I figured that even if they had, they probably would have gotten new ones by their senior year.
Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire doesn't belong to me; "Things I'll Never Say" belongs to Avril Lavigne; Moulin Rouge belongs to Baz Luhrman.
January 8, 2006
xoLizzieox: I've made my decision you guys . . . I'm gonna audition for the musical!
OhNoIt'sDrama: I'm so happy! I knew you'd change your mind . . . but what did make you change your mind?
xoLizzieox: I guess I just decided that it's my senior year and I need to do something.
Gordo18: *is hurt* So I guess my pep talk I gave you in the car had nothing to do with it? Lizzie . . . I'm shocked!
xoLizzieox: Well, maybe a little.
OhNoIt's Drama: I'm highly offended, Liz! After all my begging and pleading, you change your mind because he gives you a pep talk. Hmph.
Gordo18: I guess my pep talks are miracle workers. And she likes me better than you.
OnNoIt'sDrama: That's so immature, Gordo.
xoLizzieox: *laughs* You guys are insane! Miranda, your begging and pleading convinced me, too - I wasn't sure how much more I could handle without having some sort of anxiety attack!
OhNoIt'sDrama: So I annoyed you into it?
OhNoIt'sDrama: Works for me!
xoLizzieox: lol, Miranda!
OhNoIt'sDrama: Thank you, I'll be here all year. :)
OhNoIt'sDrama: Ugh, Mom wants to call Aunt Denise . . . gotta go. See you in school tomorrow!
xoLizzieox: Bye.
Gordo18: Bye, Randa.
OhNoIt'sDrama signed off at 8:46 p.m.
Gordo18: Hey, Lizzie . . . ?
xoLizzieox: Yeah, Gordo?
Gordo18: I'm glad you changed your mind.
Gordo18: About the musical, I mean.
Gordo18: It'll be fun . . .
Gordo18: Working together, that is. If we both get cast.
Gordo18: Lizzie? Are you there?
Gordo18: HELLO?
xoLizzieox signed off at 9:05 p.m.
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January 16, 2006
True to what I had said to Miranda and Gordo on the Internet the previous week, when the day of auditions came, I headed for the auditorium. Both Miranda and Gordo followed along after me, but for different reasons - Miranda for moral support, and Gordo because he was auditioning as well. Gordo and I had decided that if we auditioned and he wasn't cast, then I would decline my role, and vice versa, just because it was nice to be reassured that we'd have each other among all the cheerleaders.
When we entered the large auditorium, most of the center seats close to the front had been taken. As I had suspected, Kate Sanders and her group of giggling friends were the majority of the students present, with a few jocks seated around them; the other remaining few were the stereotypical drama geeks, dressed all in black and looking as laid-back and casual as ever. I glanced at Gordo for a moment, intending on sharing a worried look with him, but he looked perfectly at ease. I settled for sharing the look with Miranda, who smiled at me in a comforting manner.
We sat a little further back than most of the prospective actors and actresses, but still a little closer to the front than some of the more shy kids - mostly freshmen and a couple of sophomores - who most likely would be a part of the stage crew rather than an actor in the actual play. Looking around, I picked out the girls who would be the most competition . . . undoubtedly Kate would put up a fight, as would Claire Miller, Deirdre Weaver, Ashlee Baker, Dee Thacker, and Caitie Blackburn. There were a couple of girls whom I didn't recognize, therefore I was unable to gauge how much of a hindrance they would be to me getting the lead.
Hold on, Lizzie, I snapped to myself, shaking my head. Just the other day I'd been saying I didn't want a lead. Apparently, something had changed that. Slowly, I looked to my left at Gordo, who was involved in an animated conversation with Miranda, and suddenly I knew what had changed my mind so quickly. I mentally kicked myself for it.
Before I had any more time to scold myself any more, Mrs. Baxter walked onto the stage from the side, her high heels making clicking sounds as she walked. The band teacher, Mr. Hollifield, was behind her, pushing out a small piano with the help of some kid I didn't know. After Mr. Hollifield took a seat on the bench another kid had brought out for him, Mrs. Baxter faced us, a large smile on her face.
"Good afternoon, kids," she said. "I'm so surprised that there is such a turnout this year! I'm sure our musical will turn out wonderfully." The woman paused for a moment and shuffled through her papers, then handed one, along with a pen, to a junior named Felicity Collier. "If you would, please write down your name, grade, and phone number in case I need to contact you. Also, write down which role you would like to have. Since there's a larger crowd than I anticipated, and since we only have the auditiorium for two hours before dance team practice, we're going to have to hurry through the audition process.
"But before we begin, I'm going to announce the musical we are going to be putting on this year. I'm confident you've all seen the movie, and if not, you've at least heard about it. This year, we will be putting on Moulin Rouge!"
When Mrs. Baxter's announcement was made, the auditorium practically erupted with excited chatter. I leaned over Gordo to squeal my approval to Miranda, who squealed back and squeezed my hands. The two of us had an infatuation with Moulin Rouge, and had occassionally fantasized about what it would be like to star in a stage production of it. Miranda and I found the story of Satine and Christian to be heart-wrenchingly beautiful, and loved every minute of the movie. Gordo, on the other hand, had found Christian to be sappy and had enjoyed every minute of the Duke's screen time.
As Mrs. Baxter started speaking again, obviously thrilled that students were showing so much interest in the musical, I heard Gordo mutter under his breath, "Just wonderful." I couldn't resist tapping him on the shoulder and grinning widely at him. He just scowled at me in return.
"All right, we're going to get this show on the road," Mrs. Baxter said after everyone had wrote their name on the sheet. She glanced at it, and then checked off a name. "We'll begin with auditions for the role of Satine. Mariah Roberts, could you please come up here and read from the script?"
Auditions processed like that for a while. Unsurprisingly, most of the girls were auditioning for Satine. Everyone was pretty good with acting and singing, so when Mrs. Baxter called my name, not even the comforting looks from Miranda and Gordo helped to calm my nerves.
I walked to the front and accepted the script from Mrs. Baxter, studied it for a moment, and then made my way onto the stage. When Mrs. Baxter signaled for me to go, I took a deep breath and began. "I don't need you anymore! All my life you've made me believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me! But Christian loves me. He loves me, Harold. He LOVES me! And that is worth everything. We're going away from you, away from the Duke, away from the Moulin Rouge! Goodbye, Harold."
I stopped reading to look out at the audience and at Mrs. Baxter. I could see Miranda giving me a thumbs up, and Gordo was grinning. I was unable to read the look on Mrs. Baxter's face, and I decided to think that she was impressed with me.
"That was very nice, Mrs. McGuire," she said after a moment. "Could you please sing the highlighted lines on this page?" She handed the music sheet to me, taking the script back and placing it in front of her.
"Want to vanish inside your kiss. Every day I'm loving you more and more. Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings? Come back to me and forgive everything! Seasons may change, winter to spring, but I love you . . . I love you till the end of time." I stopped at the end of the yellow highlighter and Mrs. Baxter nodded at me. I was a little surprised that that was all I had to sing. Grinning, I rejoined Miranda and Gordo in the audience.
Now all I had to do was wait.
Once again, I'm just so happy that you all have read my fic and taken the time to respond! If you'd like to be notified of when I update, e-mail me at riflediva726@yahoo.com . . . please do not say so in a review, because then I may miss you when it comes time to send out an e-mail. Thanks.
Oh, yes . . . I'm not sure if this has ever been done before in a LM fic (putting on Moulin Rouge) but I'm going to play it safe and say it's not my idea.
By the way . . . in case you couldn't figure it out for some odd reason:
Gordo18=Gordo
OhNoIt'sDrama=Miranda
xoLizzieox=Lizzie