Emma woke up with a knot in her stomach. The audition was this afternoon. She wasn't really ready. Manny left after five minutes at Emma's house, because Craig called. She was beginning to get fed up with Manny and Craig. She would just have to try as hard as she could at the audition.
"I can do this." she said to herself gathering her audition materials in a large duffle bag.
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Marco woke up to a phone call.
"Marco-please give him a chance. Come hang out with us this afternoon." Ellie asked.
"I'm busy." Marco said as he hung up.
'Besides,' he thought 'Sean doesn't like me. Why won't she leave it at that.'
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During Media Immersion Emma sent a message to Manny.
sparklespaz: Thanks for all your 5 minutes of help Manny.
sMiLeYgUrL: Whatz that supposed to mean?
sparklespaz: you said you would help me, and then you ran off with Craig.
sMiLeYgUrL:You're just jealous that I have a boyfriend and you don't.
sparklespaz: What a great boyfriend, I bet Ashley thinks so too.
sMiLeYgUrL: You don't mean that.
sparklespaz: Wanna make a bet??
Emma logged off,it was almost time for the audition. She went to the bathroom to get ready. She was so nervous, she hoped she could make it threw the audition without throwing up. After changing into her blue sequined tanktop and black capris, she brushed her hair and splashed cold water on her face.
"It's now or never." She said to her reflexion as she left to go to the auditorium.
She made it just in time to hear Ms. Kwan call her name.
"Emma, please recite your monologue for us."
Emma drew in a breath and started speaking in a low british accent.
"I shall go mad! I'll never entertain again--never--never--people ought to know whether they're coming or not--but they accept and regret and regret and accept--they drive me wild. This is my last dinner party--my very last--a fiasco--an utter fiasco! A haphazard crowd--hurried together--when I had planned everything so beautifully--now how shall I seat them--how shall I seat them? If I put Mr. Tupper here and Mrs. Conley there then Mrs. Tupper has to sit next to her husband and if I want Mr. Morgan there--Oh! It's impossible--I might as well put their names in a hat and draw them out at random--never again! I'm through! Through with society--with parties--with friends--I wipe my slate clean--they'll miss my entertainments--they'll wish they had been more considerate--after this, I'm going to live for myself! I'm going to be selfish and hard--and unsociable--and drink my liquor myself instead of offering it gratis to the whole town!--I'm through--Through with men like Oliver Farnsworth!--I don't care how rich they are! How influential they are--how important they are! They're nothing without courtesy and consideration--business--off on train--nonsense--didn't want to come--didn't want to meet a sweet, pretty girl--didn't want to marry her--well, he's not good enough for you!--don't you marry him! Don't you dare marry him! I won't let you marry him! Do you hear?"
"Thank you Emma, now you can hand your music to the accompianist and start whenever you're ready." Ms. Kwan told her.
'Now or Never.' Emma told herself as she drew in a breath and began singing.
"Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night toss and turn and dream of what I need
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life"
"Thank-you Emma. Audition results will be posted in the lobby Friday morning."
Emma left the auditorium to change back into her jeans and sweatshirt. Paige was finishing up her audition when Emma walked back into the auditorium. She sat down next to Marco, who looked like he was preparing.
"Bombay Dreams?" She asked reading the title on his sheet music.
"It's a play on broadway. It takes place in India. I'm OBSESSED with bollywood musicals." He told her.
"Marco." Ms. Kwan said, indicating it was Marco's turn to audition.
Marco got up to read his monologue. Ms. Kwan indicated he could start.
"The best your superhuman sacrifices could do would be to turn my stomach. All my life I have loved tigresses. With bitches I was never anything but a stick of wood. My only consolation is that marriage, which you glorify so rapturously and for which bitches are bred, is a civilized institution. Civilized institutions arise only that they may be surmounted. The race will win beyond marriage just as it has surmounted slavery. The free love-market, where the tigress triumphs, is founded on a primordial law of unalterable nature. And how proud and high will woman stand in the world, so soon as she has conquered the right to sell herself, unbranded, at the highest price a man will bid for her! Illegitimate children will be better cared for then by the mother, than legitimate ones are now by the father. Then the pride and ambition of woman will no longer lie in the man who allots her her place, but in the world, where she struggles up to the highest position that her value can give her."
"All right, now give your music to the accompianist and start whenever you're ready."
Suprisingly to Emma, Marco didn't even look nervous when he started singing.
"Sunrise, burning heat
Nothing is as travelled as a Bombay street
Contradictions, city of extremes
Anything is possible in Bombay dreams
Some live and die in debt
Others making millions on the Internet
Contradictions, city of extremes
Anything is possible in Bombay dreams "
"Thank-you Marco." Ms. Kwan said as Marco sat down.
"I can do this." she said to herself gathering her audition materials in a large duffle bag.
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Marco woke up to a phone call.
"Marco-please give him a chance. Come hang out with us this afternoon." Ellie asked.
"I'm busy." Marco said as he hung up.
'Besides,' he thought 'Sean doesn't like me. Why won't she leave it at that.'
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During Media Immersion Emma sent a message to Manny.
sparklespaz: Thanks for all your 5 minutes of help Manny.
sMiLeYgUrL: Whatz that supposed to mean?
sparklespaz: you said you would help me, and then you ran off with Craig.
sMiLeYgUrL:You're just jealous that I have a boyfriend and you don't.
sparklespaz: What a great boyfriend, I bet Ashley thinks so too.
sMiLeYgUrL: You don't mean that.
sparklespaz: Wanna make a bet??
Emma logged off,it was almost time for the audition. She went to the bathroom to get ready. She was so nervous, she hoped she could make it threw the audition without throwing up. After changing into her blue sequined tanktop and black capris, she brushed her hair and splashed cold water on her face.
"It's now or never." She said to her reflexion as she left to go to the auditorium.
She made it just in time to hear Ms. Kwan call her name.
"Emma, please recite your monologue for us."
Emma drew in a breath and started speaking in a low british accent.
"I shall go mad! I'll never entertain again--never--never--people ought to know whether they're coming or not--but they accept and regret and regret and accept--they drive me wild. This is my last dinner party--my very last--a fiasco--an utter fiasco! A haphazard crowd--hurried together--when I had planned everything so beautifully--now how shall I seat them--how shall I seat them? If I put Mr. Tupper here and Mrs. Conley there then Mrs. Tupper has to sit next to her husband and if I want Mr. Morgan there--Oh! It's impossible--I might as well put their names in a hat and draw them out at random--never again! I'm through! Through with society--with parties--with friends--I wipe my slate clean--they'll miss my entertainments--they'll wish they had been more considerate--after this, I'm going to live for myself! I'm going to be selfish and hard--and unsociable--and drink my liquor myself instead of offering it gratis to the whole town!--I'm through--Through with men like Oliver Farnsworth!--I don't care how rich they are! How influential they are--how important they are! They're nothing without courtesy and consideration--business--off on train--nonsense--didn't want to come--didn't want to meet a sweet, pretty girl--didn't want to marry her--well, he's not good enough for you!--don't you marry him! Don't you dare marry him! I won't let you marry him! Do you hear?"
"Thank you Emma, now you can hand your music to the accompianist and start whenever you're ready." Ms. Kwan told her.
'Now or Never.' Emma told herself as she drew in a breath and began singing.
"Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night toss and turn and dream of what I need
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life"
"Thank-you Emma. Audition results will be posted in the lobby Friday morning."
Emma left the auditorium to change back into her jeans and sweatshirt. Paige was finishing up her audition when Emma walked back into the auditorium. She sat down next to Marco, who looked like he was preparing.
"Bombay Dreams?" She asked reading the title on his sheet music.
"It's a play on broadway. It takes place in India. I'm OBSESSED with bollywood musicals." He told her.
"Marco." Ms. Kwan said, indicating it was Marco's turn to audition.
Marco got up to read his monologue. Ms. Kwan indicated he could start.
"The best your superhuman sacrifices could do would be to turn my stomach. All my life I have loved tigresses. With bitches I was never anything but a stick of wood. My only consolation is that marriage, which you glorify so rapturously and for which bitches are bred, is a civilized institution. Civilized institutions arise only that they may be surmounted. The race will win beyond marriage just as it has surmounted slavery. The free love-market, where the tigress triumphs, is founded on a primordial law of unalterable nature. And how proud and high will woman stand in the world, so soon as she has conquered the right to sell herself, unbranded, at the highest price a man will bid for her! Illegitimate children will be better cared for then by the mother, than legitimate ones are now by the father. Then the pride and ambition of woman will no longer lie in the man who allots her her place, but in the world, where she struggles up to the highest position that her value can give her."
"All right, now give your music to the accompianist and start whenever you're ready."
Suprisingly to Emma, Marco didn't even look nervous when he started singing.
"Sunrise, burning heat
Nothing is as travelled as a Bombay street
Contradictions, city of extremes
Anything is possible in Bombay dreams
Some live and die in debt
Others making millions on the Internet
Contradictions, city of extremes
Anything is possible in Bombay dreams "
"Thank-you Marco." Ms. Kwan said as Marco sat down.