Chapter 3: Cell Phone Call

            "Oh My God, that was sick." Seth said as he collapsed on the floor of the Poolhouse. Where in God's name is was Ryan? He needed to ask him if he ever did the musical "Evita" because last night sure felt like it.

            No there were no singing Cuba revolutionists and balcony monologues. There was…let's just say the early numbers of the show.

            "Number 24601. Atwood, Ryan!" The casting director for the new LA production of "Urinetown" called out. That's right. Marissa had encouraged Ryan to audition after…you know and had even offered to drive him to LA.

            He gratefully accepted that.

            "What will you be singing?" The casting director asked.

            "What do you suggest?" Ryan replied.

            "Get out."

            "No. Is there are particular part I have the look for?" Ryan was a seasoned…amateur\professional. He always asked that. He didn't think he looked like Snoopy that much when he auditioned for "Charlie Brown", but agreed to that.

            "Bobby Strong."

            "Fine. 'Run, Freedom, Run'?"

            "Go."

            "Run freedom, run. Freedom run away…"

"YOU GOT IT!!!!"

            "Hey man." Ryan was calling Seth from the theatre.

            "Hey man. Where the hell are you?" Seth asked.

            "I'm at a theatre in LA."

            "Jesus. Don't tell me you're doing 'Lion King.' A bunch of screeching Africans with wooden sticks."

            "No. But I got a part in another play."

            "You look like an 'Oklahoma!' guy."

            "No. Try, 'Urinetown.'"

            "The one where no one can piss?"

            "Yeah."

            "Wow, a gross little show with Ryan Atwood as the star. Who's with you?"

            "Marissa."

            "Who is she playing? You're love interest?"

            "Shut up. Be happy for me. Tell your parents what happened and I'll be back soon. It was a…last minute thing."

            "Will do. Say, Ryan…"

            "Yeah?"

            "Did you ever do… 'Evita.'? You know, the Madonna thingy?"

            "We'll talk later."

            "Bye"

            And he hung up. Ryan was going to be a star and Seth needed his advice. Damn, he wished Ryan never liked musicals.

Okay, thank you for the reviews. I'm sorry that the first two chapters were…gross. I was trying to get into the story in a…okay, no exceptions. They were gross. A reviewer didn't get the part when I said "Guess what Luke…he isn't gay." In earlier episodes, Seth was always made fun of by Luke who was constantly calling him, "queer."

I was trying to do a take-off on the song "I Feel Pretty" while Seth had…y'know.

I  am sorry the chapters are short. They'll be longer soon.

                        -JJV