"Ee Gads, was there ever such an obstanant maiden!" he shouted on the stage beofre his pricepal.
"Oh Forlorn, you know i could never leave a soul as beutiful as yours, the luringly beuty that is your hair!" she replied in union to what was written in her crumpled script at hand. one of the viewers snorted shortly, and changed there face to innocent as Mr. Gregory looked behind him to see who was rude enough to laugh during an audition of sorts. He knew what the cold retort was to, and he admits he agreed fully, but he was the administrator and would not laugh at a student directly. His hair was dark and wirey, pearcing down to below his eyelids. His clothes were dark, and chains were wrapped around his neck with random symbols on each thread... It was confsing. How can a student with such grades as his, and such kindness as his, be such a gothic rebellious adolecent as he was? It brought judging books by dusty covers to another level that he would never understand. Unlike the wise teen before him... he did not know what it was like to be different.
"To the dungeons with your compliments, and to the chopping block with your head! You are no longer my, only a mear memory in the past life of yesteryear!" he roared, giving chills to many a audience member.
"Thank-you." Mr. Gregory snipped, waving a hand as a cue for the audition to come to an end. The boy walked off stage, the blonde girl following him down the wooden steps. The next two walked up after them and he dissapered out the back exit. The clouds were cld and dark, wavering over the silent town. He was in the back parking lot, hardly a lot at all... more of a stall with no walls. That was Grollfur for you... cheap and small. the turned the corner and found her curled up, against the wall her head in her arms, crying horiddly.
"Sam." he said kneeling down, putting a hand on her shoulder with gentle touch. "What is it?"
She raised her head, showing her red eyes and black lipstick. Her brown hair was tossled a bit, and there was a small scratch on her cheek. " Will..." she whispered. "It's happening again..." His eyes grew wide at the remark, and he wrapped another arm around her tightly.
"It can't be." he said in her ear.
But it was.
