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Little Shop of Horrors Little shop, little shop of horrors, bop sh'bop, little shop of terror…

"No." "Please?" "No." "C'mon, please?" "No!" "I'll do it!" "NO!"

Danny, Sam, and Tucker were in the halls of Casper High, gathered around Danny's locker, and arguing. Sam held a slightly crinkled piece of paper in hand, a paper advertising that auditions were to be held for the next school play, Little Shop of Horrors. Sam planned on trying out, and she wanted Danny to do the same. Danny, however, refused, saying he had too much to do, with ghosts and homework. Tucker wanted to audition, but his friends, knowing of his singing ability, didn't think that was a good idea.

After a while of arguing, Danny said, "Look, Sam, I've never heard of this play. Can't you at least say what it's about before asking me to audition?" "It's about a man-eating plant." "I'll try out for it." Sam smiled in victory, then, holding up the paper she was holding, said, "Auditions are today, after school, in the auditorium. This says we're supposed to read lines that they'll give us, and have a song prepared." "A song?" "Yeah. A song. It is a musical. You knew that." "Well…what am I supposed to sing?"

Sam sighed, exasperated. "Anything! It doesn't matter, they just want to know if you can sing well or not!" Danny was silent, then said, "I don't actually know that many songs."

"Rrrgg…" Sam groaned, holding a hand to her forehead, annoyed. "Sing Happy Birthday for all I care! Just sing something!" So saying, she turned and stalked off, leaving Danny and Tucker alone.

Later that day, the three met up again in the auditorium of the school. Sam was holding a stack of sheet music, while the boys held nothing at all. There was a sheet at the door of the auditorium, telling the aspiring actors to write their name and what part they wanted on a list. Danny and Tucker, not knowing the names of any of the characters, turned to Sam for help.

"All right, Tucker, you'll probably want something small-even though there really are no small parts in this play…hmm…just put down 'Chorus'." Tucker did as Sam suggested, then Danny pulled out a pencil and wrote down his name. "Danny, do you want a big part, or a small part?" Sam asked him. "Something small…ish," he replied. "Then put down…let's see…Seymour." He wrote 'Seymour' next to his name, then walked away from the sheet, tucker following him.

Once they were away from Sam, she began to write on the paper. For the part she wanted, she put down 'Audrey'.

She then walked to where Danny and Tucker were, sitting in some of the seats towards the left of the stage. Of course, the boys weren't actually sitting, but standing near the seats, jumping over them, standing on the seats, and overall treating them like a playground. Sam rolled her eyes when she neared them, and sat on one of the seats quietly.

Soon, Mr. Lancer entered the auditorium. He took the list of people from the door, and carried it with him as he walked onstage. The kids in the room immediately settled down once they saw him. He took a microphone from a stand on the stage, and spoke. "You will all audition in order that you wrote your names down, starting with-" he glanced at the paper "-Trevor Frim." A kid at the back of the room stood up and started towards the stage, but then Mr. Lancer said, "However, auditions will not start until the director gets here."

"I have arrived!" a voice called out. All heads turned towards the side of the stage, where a man was climbing up a few stairs, to get to the stage. He then crossed directly to center stage. "This is Mr. Kender, the director," Mr. Lancer said. "He decides what parts you get." "Let the auditions begin!" Mr. Kender cried.

The kid who had earlier stood, Trevor Frim, came to the stage. He read a few lines, from a script Mr. Kender gave him. He then sang a song, and left the stage. More people came to the stage, doing the same. The auditions went on. And on. And on.

"Hey now, hey now, this is what dreams are made of!" Paulina twirled around the stage as she sang, oblivious to the fact that she had a voice like a cheese grater. "And I thought Tucker couldn't sing," Sam muttered from her seat. "What are you talking about? She's awesome!" Danny replied. Sam just sighed.

Finally, Paulina finished. Mr. Lancer took the microphone from her, then read the next name on the list. "Tucker Foley."

Tucker took the stage, and grabbed the microphone and a script. He was told to read some lines for the character of Orin, so he did. "Hey Seymour. Give me a hand here," he said in a monotonous voice. He continued reading lines, and then he sang. "Eeeeembeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr! You wiiiiiiiilllllllll rrrreeeeeeemeeeeeeeembeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr!" he screeched. Danny and Sam held their hands to their ears, as did everyone else.

Then he was done. "Danny Fenton." Danny came to the stage, and began to read lines. "Oh…er…Tooey, Mr. Mushnik and Audrey, they just met you, but I've been going through this with you for weeks." He continued, using a surprising amount of emphasis, even though he had no idea of what was supposed to be going on at that point in the play. He then sang his song, Happy Birthday, as Sam had suggested, then got off the stage, as Mr. Lancer read the next name. "Sam Manson."

Sam climbed up the short flight of stairs to the stage confidently. She took a script from Mr. Kender, then read a monologue of Audrey's. She was very good, even using a Brooklyn accent. "Just me, and the toaster, and a sweet little guy. Like Seymour," she soon finished. She then handed the sheet music that she had been holding to Mr. Kender, who moved over to a nearby piano and began to play. "There's a face that we wear in the cold light of day, it's society's mask, it's society's way, and the truth is, that it's all a façade…" She continued singing, and every kid in the auditorium was just staring at her, either marveling at her talent or cursing themselves for not having thought of bringing something for accompaniment. She didn't finish as quickly as the other kids had, as her song was longer. But when she did finish, Mr. Kender took the stage.

"This seems to be an easy show to cast," he said. "So I will have a list with the parts on the door of the auditorium tomorrow. Those who have a part must then come in here and get a script and a schedule of rehearsals. If you don't, your part will go to someone else." He then left the stage, and everyone else began to filter from the room, anxious about tomorrow.

Thanks so much to all reviewers!

Axion-Pup: The movie scared you? You'd be terrified of the play!

SashaTheSheWolf: I may keep doing these, but I haven't seen either of the musicals you mentioned. I was going to do Hairspray, but that idea died when FTF came out, and I found Tucker can't sing.

DaydreamingTurtle: This actually isn't based off the movie-it's based off the play. The movie is good, though.

Divagurl277: Soon enough?