Chapter 3: Pink Sheets and Pink Sunglasses

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Disclaimer: I wish I owned everything but I don't...can I please own Draco or better yet, How about Tom Felton ? Pleas... PRETTY PLEASE

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Draco and his two swooning fans [an: Blaise is a boy in my story but he can still swoon] walked out together. Draco was boasting his balls off about how much the judges loved him.

"Yeah, that bitch-ass Simon even liked me." The other two Slytherins giggled. Yes, guys can giggle well Blaise can, anyway.

"Gods I loathe him" Ron groaned.

"I love – er – loathe him, too." Harry quickly covered himself. Ron didn't notice but Hermione raised and eyebrow.

"Um...Ronald Weasley your up next." Said a staff member from inside the room.

"Good luck, mate" Harry patted him on the shoulder and Hermione gave him the thumbs up.

Ron took a deep breath and opened the door. He gave his gave his two friends a weak smile before closing the door behind him.

The two Gryffindors were nervous for Ron and themselves. They paced slightly while waiting for his news. A couple minutes later they walked out of the room with his head hung low. But then he looked up and gave them a wicked smile. He pulled the pink sheet out of his back pocket.

"Round two" he could stop smiling.

Harry and Hermione each gave him a congratulatory hug. And then Hermione was called into the room. Harry just listened to Ron rant and rave about his audition. Randy seemed cool. Paula seemed nice. And Simon seemed like Malfoy had said, a bitch.

Hermione came out of the room a couple minutes later. She squealed and started to hug everyone in site (including the camera guy and Ryan Seacreast.) Ron and Harry congratulated her. She hadn't actually said it but they figured she had made it.

"Two down... one to go, eh" he said as he walked through the door into the smaller room.

Sitting on the other side of the room were the three judges: Randy, Simon and Paula. They were sitting at a long table astrooned with notes. They each had a water bottle in front of them. Probably to help them deal with the terrible performances (like crabbe and goyle). The woman, who had to be Paula, looked up.

"Harry Potter?" she asked as he walked into the 'stage' area.

"Yes" he replied then took a deep breath to calm himself.

"Okay, just tell us what you are singing and then snap your finger and the music will start" she gave him a warm smile.

"I am singing 'Music of the Night' from Phantom of the Opera." He said then snapped his fingers.

Instantly background music filled the small room. Once the introduction was over Harry began to sing.

"Night-time sharpens,
heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination"

It was obvious that Paula and Randy were listening to him but Simon was just taking a drink from his water bottle.

"Silently the senses

abandon their defenses

helpless to resist

the notes I write

for I compose the music of the night..."

Randy waved his hand in the air and the music stopped.

"That's enough" Simon stated.

Harry hung his head low "I'll just go"

"No dawg, that was awesome. I was really feeling that" Randy was bobbing his head (like a bobble head) and smiling.

"Yeah, I agree with Randy. You sing like an angel" Harry's heart was flying, two judges like him. He was going to Hoggywood! He didn't even care what Simon would say now.

"Well, its obvious that you don't look like an idol. But I have to admit you sing like one." Said Simon.

"Harry, you are going to Hoggywood" Paula said while handing him a pink sheet of paper.

"Thank you" Harry was beaming his head off (not in that way) and practically running to the door.

"Hermione, Ron!" he said while pulling them into an extremely tight hug "I'm in! We're all in!"

While the now overjoyed trio left the great hall Harry looked over his paper. He was to rehearse his song with a director on Sunday at 1 o'clock. Everyone was going to perform their song the following Friday and the votes were to come back on Saturday

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Sunday rolled around and Harry was excited (ok well he was really asleep.) He rolled over in his bed and looked at his clock. He had slept in and it was already 12:45. He quickly threw on some of Dudley's old clothes and he walked down to the great hall.

"Hi, I'm your director" said a man with a shaved head, pink sunglasses, and a pink polo. "Oh god, Your not wearing that on stage! WARDROBE!"

An extremely mousy witch scurried out from behind the stage they had put up. She grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him into a small room. Racks upon racks of every kind of clothes imaginable lined the walls.

"What is your favorite band?" she asked while pulling tee shirts off a rack.

"Um...Greenday" he muttered.

"Great, this will look good with your eyes." She held up a green shirt that had a clover, the bands name, and the phrase 'kiss me, I'm punk'. She held the shirt to him "should be perfect. What size of pants do you wear?"

"Uh... 32, 32" he had never gotten this much attention over clothing.

The mousy with pulled a pair of antique washed jeans off the pants rack. She also pulled out a beige leather jacket for him to try on.

"Now go behind that curtain and change" she pointed to a long green curtain along one of the walls.

He changed into the new outfit and walked back out. He looked into the full length mirror that was propped up against a closet door and decided that he looked good. The witch surveyed him.

"There is something missing...ah yes...the shoes. How could I have been so stupid! What size do you wear?" she started to mutter to herself.

"I wear a size twelve" he told her as she looked over the shoe selection. She pulled out a pair of army green Converse high tops and handed them to Harry. He slipped them on and looked in the mirror once more.

"Perfect" said the witch with a deep sigh "Now go out to Alfonz. He needs to work on your performance with you."

Harry stepped back into the great hall to find Alfonz sitting on the edge of the stage, drinking a latte. He quickly stood up and practically RAN to Harry.

"I so have to pinch your ass...You look great." Harry blushed at the flamboyant man's words.

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A/N:

Ok well sorry that took so long. I love to write but I had to type. So the problem wasn't writing the hard copy, it was typing it up. RAR!!! I hope you guys aren't mad at me.