xX… sorry I haven't posted in a while, my arm is broken among other things. Plus I have so many different stories going it's crazy. This is the start of my big update. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW ELGIES FOR ANGELS PUNKS AND RAGING QUEENS! NOW!…xX
"Performance Art is just that, an art. And, in this course you will learn the ART that is performance art." The young professor welcomed the class into his classroom of about 50 seats. "In this course we will be viewing film, reading books, magazines, the like. DO NOT treat this class as a free ride; this will probably be more physical work than you're used to."
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Katie sighed and looked up at the clock. An hour until her coffee break with Toby. She had been sitting listening to the professor drone on about some man named Leigh Bowery for an hour. How much longer!? She doodled a dress that she thought would be scandalous at home and stared at it, not bad, she told herself. She doodled, pretending to take notes. She sighed, how much longer…
"Right, next class I want pictures, all of you, class dismissed!" Professor Markus slammed his book closed.
Katie leapt up, slung her bag over her shoulder and headed out the door as fast as she could.
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Katie scanned the café eagerly, looking for signs of Toby. She spotted him, he was wearing a red polo shirt and some corduroy pants. Waving she went over to his small table and took a seat across from him.
"Hey, stranger," she said, smiling.
"Hey yourself, how was class?" he asked.
"Boring as hell."
"Hmm?"
"Performance Art is going to be a drag…"
"Well, it'll help you for the audition."
"Hmm?"
"The audition, you didn't forget did you?"
"No, no, of course not," she had forgotten, she blushed inwardly.
"Right, so, here it is. Keen Hall, in a week. Sing anything you want."
"Great, I guess," she said, this wasn't what she had expected.
"Oh, and Katie?"
Katie perked up,
"What?"
"Good luck," he said softly, tapped her hands, took the bill to the maitre'd and left. Katie leaned back in her chair. WHAT!? Weren't they supposed to share some intimate moment?
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The following week passed in a blur. Katie barely remember any of it. Before she knew it, she was staring up at Keen Hall, sheet music in hand.
"Alright, Katie, you're up,"
Katie climbed steadily to the podium and took the mike, slowly, she began to sing.
"When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
The age of Aquarius
Aquarius!
Aquarius!
Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the mind's true liberation
Aquarius!
Aquarius!
When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
The age of Aquarius
Aquarius!
Aquarius"
Katie stepped down, amazed at herself. She sat down and waited.
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"Alright, when I call your number please step forward. 10, 13, 56, 34, 23, 07, 46, 2, 67, 12, 54, 56, 34, 23, 17, 98, 56, 54, 28, 98, 67, 43, 54, and 19.
Katie's eyes lit up. She was 19.
"Rehearsals begin next Monday, at 9. Congratulations." Toby said.
She was in.
xX… ok, that sucked and was short, but o well. READ MY STORY: ELGIES FOR ANGELS PUNKS AND RAGING QUEENS! NOW …xX