Note: Ok, next chapter! I found out that tomorrow we're going to visit some friends in Oklahoma and I'll be gone for part of the day. So, all my appointments and stuff have been canceled. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon. I saw Spiderman 2 today. It's very cool! It's better than the first. I'm bored because I ran out of ideas for other stories that I'm working on. Most are one shots, but when I almost never leave home during the day, I don't get very inspired. Also, we had bad weather the last couple of days and it's hard to think when your floor and ceiling start shaking from the thunder and you can clearly hear the rain on your roof. But it stopped. Yeah!
I don't own the characters of Scribble, Dreamer, or Nova. And sorry if your character is a little out of character. I will accept any help in writing them better.
(Monday – First Rehearsal)
Rebecca Scott – Scribble's POV
I stepped into the theatre building after school, seeing all the people crowded on stage. Quietly, I closed the door behind me, hoping not to draw any attention to myself. Cringing as the door slammed open right when I had moved away from it, I looked up to see several people staring in my direction.
Looking back, I saw a girl standing in the door. It was Katrina Conway, otherwise known as Dreamer. She was 5 foot 3 with curly, dark brown hair that was waist length and dark blue eyes. I believe she was playing the part of Specs.
I finally noticed that everyone was focused on something else. Feeling relieved, I silently sneaked away from the large group of people. I found a somewhat isolated place on stage and sat down, reaching into my backpack for a journal. Since I had nothing to do, I might as well do some writing until the rehearsal started.
"What are you doing," someone asked suddenly when I was in the middle of my second paragraph. I glanced up in surprise. Nobody usually spoke to me...they said I was too quiet. Dreamer stared down at me before repeating her question.
"Writing," I replied, then looked down, embarrassed because of the obvious answer. I was holding a journal and pen, "What about you?" I asked this last part just to be nice.
"Talking to you obviously," Dreamer said, smiling a little at my obvious discomfort, "You're Scribble right?" I nodded, "We have the same English class."
"Yeah," I said slowly, not really knowing what else to say to that.
"Can I see," Dreamer questioned, pointing to the open journal. I looked down at it and read through it quickly. I wasn't sure if I really wanted her to read it, "It's okay if you don't want me to."
"No, it's okay," I said, hesitating a little before handing it over, "It's not my best work though." Dreamer didn't appear to have heard me; she was already reading.
"This is good," she finally commented, "Better than what I've written."
"I thought you were an awesome writer," I said before I realized what I was saying. I wasn't lying; it was just that I didn't usually hand out compliments so quickly.
"Thanks," Dreamer told me.
"Everyone come and get your scripts," another girl yelled from the stage. Abby Turner, or Nova had a pile of the books in her hands and was walking around and handing them out. Her green eyes looked slightly annoyed as she tried to balance them and walk at the same time. Her light brown hair, which was streaked with blonde highlights, was falling in front of her eyes as she stumbled slightly. She straightened up to her full height of 5 foot 7, laughing at herself as she resumed her task.
Pretty soon, everyone had a script and we began to read through it. It was in the middle of the first song before we ran into a problem. All eyes turned to Nova, expecting her to say her line.
"What," she asked when she noticed.
"It's your line," Dreamer told her. Nova looked down at her script.
"I don't have this page," she told everyone. After that, everyone started looking at their own scripts.
"Neither do I," someone called out, followed by a few others.
"All right," Mrs. Bev replied, "We'll get that fixed later. For now, just look on with someone else." The rest of the time was spent going over what we could and telling Mrs. Bev what pages needed to be copied for the scripts.
When the rehearsal ended, I quickly put my things in my backpack. As I started to walk away, Dreamer caught up to me, "See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah," I replied, "I'll see you then." She waved before walking away. I immediately knew that a friendship was going to form.
Shout-Outs:
Sapphy – Yeah! I was so happy to see that I was writing Jenna okay. That's my biggest problem with casting calls. I love them, but I can't always keep track of all the characters.
NadaZimri – Of course I'll continue to update...as often as I can anyway. You're welcome...about the book. I had been looking for it for a few months before I finally found it. I bought it right away. I am very glad I let my boyfriend take me to the bookstore...or else I never would have found it. Yeah, he's the greatest! : )
I don't own the characters of Scribble, Dreamer, or Nova. And sorry if your character is a little out of character. I will accept any help in writing them better.
(Monday – First Rehearsal)
Rebecca Scott – Scribble's POV
I stepped into the theatre building after school, seeing all the people crowded on stage. Quietly, I closed the door behind me, hoping not to draw any attention to myself. Cringing as the door slammed open right when I had moved away from it, I looked up to see several people staring in my direction.
Looking back, I saw a girl standing in the door. It was Katrina Conway, otherwise known as Dreamer. She was 5 foot 3 with curly, dark brown hair that was waist length and dark blue eyes. I believe she was playing the part of Specs.
I finally noticed that everyone was focused on something else. Feeling relieved, I silently sneaked away from the large group of people. I found a somewhat isolated place on stage and sat down, reaching into my backpack for a journal. Since I had nothing to do, I might as well do some writing until the rehearsal started.
"What are you doing," someone asked suddenly when I was in the middle of my second paragraph. I glanced up in surprise. Nobody usually spoke to me...they said I was too quiet. Dreamer stared down at me before repeating her question.
"Writing," I replied, then looked down, embarrassed because of the obvious answer. I was holding a journal and pen, "What about you?" I asked this last part just to be nice.
"Talking to you obviously," Dreamer said, smiling a little at my obvious discomfort, "You're Scribble right?" I nodded, "We have the same English class."
"Yeah," I said slowly, not really knowing what else to say to that.
"Can I see," Dreamer questioned, pointing to the open journal. I looked down at it and read through it quickly. I wasn't sure if I really wanted her to read it, "It's okay if you don't want me to."
"No, it's okay," I said, hesitating a little before handing it over, "It's not my best work though." Dreamer didn't appear to have heard me; she was already reading.
"This is good," she finally commented, "Better than what I've written."
"I thought you were an awesome writer," I said before I realized what I was saying. I wasn't lying; it was just that I didn't usually hand out compliments so quickly.
"Thanks," Dreamer told me.
"Everyone come and get your scripts," another girl yelled from the stage. Abby Turner, or Nova had a pile of the books in her hands and was walking around and handing them out. Her green eyes looked slightly annoyed as she tried to balance them and walk at the same time. Her light brown hair, which was streaked with blonde highlights, was falling in front of her eyes as she stumbled slightly. She straightened up to her full height of 5 foot 7, laughing at herself as she resumed her task.
Pretty soon, everyone had a script and we began to read through it. It was in the middle of the first song before we ran into a problem. All eyes turned to Nova, expecting her to say her line.
"What," she asked when she noticed.
"It's your line," Dreamer told her. Nova looked down at her script.
"I don't have this page," she told everyone. After that, everyone started looking at their own scripts.
"Neither do I," someone called out, followed by a few others.
"All right," Mrs. Bev replied, "We'll get that fixed later. For now, just look on with someone else." The rest of the time was spent going over what we could and telling Mrs. Bev what pages needed to be copied for the scripts.
When the rehearsal ended, I quickly put my things in my backpack. As I started to walk away, Dreamer caught up to me, "See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah," I replied, "I'll see you then." She waved before walking away. I immediately knew that a friendship was going to form.
Shout-Outs:
Sapphy – Yeah! I was so happy to see that I was writing Jenna okay. That's my biggest problem with casting calls. I love them, but I can't always keep track of all the characters.
NadaZimri – Of course I'll continue to update...as often as I can anyway. You're welcome...about the book. I had been looking for it for a few months before I finally found it. I bought it right away. I am very glad I let my boyfriend take me to the bookstore...or else I never would have found it. Yeah, he's the greatest! : )