"Tell me Duncan.." Ms. Jones said. "Why do you think you'd be good for the part of.." She put her hands up over her head, dramatically. "THE DUKE."

"Because…" Duncan looked at her, obviously trying to think of something to say. "Umm..Did anyone tell you I'm on the football team?"

"Really? Interesting, but that has nothing to do with the play, Mr. Matthews."

"Well isn't that like, a pass or something..Cause' you know, I work hard for this school so I should at least get to be in the play, you know."

"Yes Mr. Matthews, whatever you say." A very annoyed teacher rolled her eyes. "Ok..Act out your 'scene'.

"Act out my scene? Wait I have to do that now? Can't I wait for like, the play to you know..Start showing and stuff." Duncan looked confused as a script was shoved into his head and Ms. Jones shot him a glowering look.

Completely ignoring the stunned football player, she looked out into the sea of students. "You." She pointed into the crowd. "And you."

Pietro and Toad stepped upon the stage. "You two, will be auditioning with, Duncan here."

"I have been waiting for this moment my entire life." Toad grinned, standing up straight, for the first time in his life. "I'm ready for my close up."

Kitty smirked. This was bound to be funny.

"You, Pietro will be acting out the role of Tolouse, and Toad, you as Christian..And finally Duncan you be playing Audrey."

"How many lines does Audrey have?"

Pietro looked at Duncan, flashing a smile, opening his mouth. Kitty laughed, knowing that a lie was bound to come flying out. "Oh he has loads of lines. I mean, the guy is practically the main character."

"For real?" Duncan beamed and Ms. Jones shot Pietro a look of thanks.

"Now." She clapped. "Begin..The art."

Pietro snorted and then…

"There was only one problem - I'd never been in love! Luckily, right at that moment an unconscious Argentinean fell through my roof." Toad stood in front of Ms. Jones, then turning back to the audience, and then turning back to her again. "He was quickly joined by a dwarf dressed like a nun." Toad smiled, showing his stained teeth again.

"What does he think he's doing? Modeling?" Kurt whispered to Evan.

"How do you do? My name is Henri Marie Raymond Toulouse-Lautrec Montfa. I'm terribly sorry about all this. We were just upstairs rehearsing a play." Pietro said, with a perfect lisp, on bended knees.

"What?" Toad stood high, practically on his tippy toes, puffing out his chest, making himself look like a penguin. He turned dramatically facing the students. "A play, something very modern called "Spectacular, Spectacular."

Pietro threw his hands up into the air. "And it's swet in Switzerland."

Ms. Jones held up a hand, to silence them. "Now, I need someone up here to act out the role of the Argentinean." She looked at Scott Summers, straight in the eyes.

"C'mere, Mr. Summers don't be shy."

"Yeah." Duncan echoed. "Don't be shy..Shouldn't hide behind your stupid shades."

Scott rolled his eyes and grabbed a script, rudely.

"Ok, now ACTION!"

"I didn't realize this was a movie." Evan whispered back to Kurt.

"Unfortunately the unconscious Argentinean suffered from a sickness called Narcolepsy." Toad put an arm up, around his head, bending at the waist.

The 'audience' seemed to be very amused. Jean's followers and Jean's non followers, a.k.a the cheerleaders were whispering, and then after a moment would start to giggle. The football players were cheering on Duncan, when in fact, he had yet to do something. Kitty wouldn't stop laughing at Pietro and the way he was potraying Toulouse. Kurt and Evan couldn't stop laughing at Scott who seemed to be embarrassed.

Pietro put two hands up beside his hand, laying down on them. "Perfectly fine one moment then suddenly *SNORT, SNORT*, unconscious the next."

Ms. Jones silenced them again. "Isn't this rather good?" She smiled, walked down the stage steps and grabbed hold of Evan's arm. "Now it's your turn."

Evan looked back at Kurt, mouthing help, as he found himself standing next to Scott on stage. What? WAS HE SMIRKING?

"How is he?" Scott asked, getting into his role and looking down at Pietro. Kitty smiled, he was actually good at this.

"How wonderful now that…Na-Nar..Narc-c-c-"

"Yes, sound it out Mr. Matthews." Ms. Jones was obviously relishing this moment.

"It's narcoleptic, you dimwit." Toad seemed to have found his way out of his imaginary world. "Even I know that."

Duncan glared at him. "I knew what it was, I was going to say that. Besides." He continued. "No one asked you."

"Hey, he was just trying to help the illiterate, got to give him props for that one." Scott now bore his own smirk and Pietro and Toad stared at the red haired boy in awe.

DID SUMMERS JUST STICK UP FOR TOAD?

"Whatever Summers." Duncan then got back to his lines, leaving the word narcoleptic out. "Arg-Arg-"

"Argentinean," Scott, Toad, Pietro and Evan chorused.

"I KNEW THAT!"

"CONTINUE THE PLAY, MR. MATTHEWS!"

"Oh yeah…Uh..-is now unconscious. And therefore the scenario will not be finished in time to present to the financiers tomorrow."

Evan also looked down at Pietro, as Scott had, only looking way more cocky. "Quick Toulouse, I still have to finish the music"

"We'll just find someone to read the part," Pietro said.

"Oh where in heavens will we find someone to read the role of the young sensitive Swiss poet G-"

"Goatherd," Toad, Scott, Pietro and Evan chorused.

"LET ME FINISH, GEEZ!"

Toad looked at the audience, once again in a trance. "Before I knew it, I was upstairs standing in for the unconscious Argentinean."

"Uuuuh." Scott blushed, and then sang, "The hills are animated with, the euphonious symphony of descant!"

No one could tell if he was cracking on purpose or if it was part of his 'acting'.

"Oh stop, stop, stop, stop that in-suff-"

Toad tapped his foot.

"Suff-er-"

Scott sighed.

"In-suffer-a-a-"

Evan snapped his bubble gum, which a moment later, Ms. Jones made him spit into the trash nearby.

"In-suffer-able..droning..is drowning out my words. Can we please just stick to a little decorative piano?"

"There seemed to be artistic differences over Audrey lyrics to Satie's songs."

Scott scratched his head. "I don't think a nun would say that about a hill."

"What if he sings "The hills are vital intoning the descant"?" Evan said, snapping his fingers.

Scott shook his head, "No, no, no, the hills are…"

"The hills..The hills…"

"The hills are chanting . . ."

Toad spread out his arms, almost doing an imitation of Ms. Jones. "THE HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLS ARE ALIIIIIIIIVE..WIIIIIITH THE SOUNDS OF MUUUUUUUSIIIIIIC!"

Ms. Jones held up a hand again. "Ok, beautiful. I loved it. I'll post your parts tomorrow."

Kitty shook her head and got up from her seat. Who knew Toad could sing so well?