A/N: Ahh, the fresh page. A new way to express my feelings. Time to doodle! Just kidding. Here's the latest from Keely:
Keely lied down on her bunk, hers being underneath Chelsea's. She tossed the black ball up and down, catching it each time.
"How come you don't get any letters from Phil?" Chelsea asked Keely. They were both sitting in their dorm; they had fifteen minutes until they had to start heading to Music Theory.
"Hm? Oh, we call each other." She explained. Chelsea nodded. "You ready for the musical?" She asked.
"Yeah, I really do hope I win Ophelia. She's such a...damsel in distress." She said, letting her hair cascade from off the bunk as she spoke."And I've never got to play that kind of person. You know, last year we did Peter Pan. I had to be a dog. Or was that a rug?" She pondered. "Anyway, I'm glad we got an original."
"I just wanna know who wrote it. Just look at these lines. They're incredible." Keely flipped through text. "'My love for you is immortal, with everlasting binds that glow and caress our souls.' Barrie may as wellhave written this! Whoever did it is a true playwright."
"Which role are you going for?"
"Definently Alya. She's so strong and independent, obviously someone much like me." Keely laughed. Out of nowhere, someone spoke up.
"Oh, that's precious!" Kaleigh giggled. "Honey, that role was practically written for me! I'm sorry, but you may want to try out for the role of the stablemaid."
"Kal, she's just a newbie. Don't run her off with your scare tactics."
"Chelse, I'm tellin' her the truth!" She shot back with her Southern accent.She went over to Keely's bunk and put a light hand on her shoulder. "Sometimes you shoot for the stars, but you get second best. It's okay. The best thing to do to not get those wounds is to aim low. Alright?"
"Keel, don't listen to her. Go for Alya, okay? I'm sure you'll make it." Chelsea climbed from her bunk to Keely's and sat down. "You're a really good actress and a great singer, you know?" Kaleigh shot Chelsea a dirty look but she let it slide.
"Yeah, yeah, I guess I will go out for it. Thanks, Chelse." Keely smiled at her new friend. "C'mon, let's go to Theory." The two walked off, Kaleigh speechless.
Saturday was here, and Keely was ready. Before anyone else, she had gotten up and strutted to Advanced Drama to get help from Ms. Englebalm to figure out which scene to play out for audition. She decided on the second monologue, and then sing a piece from "Wind Beneath My Wings". Her teacher had faith in her, as well as many classmates, but she needed a shoulder to lean on more than anythingelse today.
"Roscoe?" Keely poked the boy awake. "Could you help me?"
"Keely? How'd you get past the locked door?" Roscoe held up his head.
"Um, it's not all that locked. Could you help me?"
"Why me?" He got up from his bunker. "Don't you have three other girls in that room of yours?"
Keely blushed. "You remind me of someone I know. He's always been there for me, but now he's not, and I really need him. And for some reason, you're right here, so could you get up and help?" She pleaded. Roscoe stood up and grinned. "Alright. Let me change, and I'll get back to you."
"Thanks, Roscoe!"
"Could you...just step outside for a sec?" He asked with a smile.
"Oh, um, yeah..." She said, mouthing 'thanks' and walking out the door for him to change.
"So, you're trying for Alya? It's been nice knowing you." Roscoe laughed. They were in the Arts theater.
"What? You think I can't do it?" Keely put her hands on her hips.
"I think you're amazing. But Kaleigh–she's got ties to–"
"I know, the Dean."
"And the playwright. And the casting director. And the--" Roscoe listed.
"How is she related to all these people?" Keely wondered.
"No, she's not related to them–that'd be incest." Roscoe smirked.
"What? Oh...ew." Keely shuddered.
"So you need help with the song, huh? I'll lend a hand with that. Which song?"
"Wind Benea...it's an original." Keely improvised.
"You write? Nice. I guess you'd have to sing it for me before I know what to play."
"Alright." Keely smiled insincerely. She was a little nervous; even though he seemed like Phil, he could never be. The song wasn't for him. She took out her favorite guitar, her first, from when she was five. She strummed chords for 30 seconds before she first sang.
"Cars riding past
Planes flying fast
It's all got my head spinning
And here comes you
And me there, too
And once in a while, it stops
"Livin' my lifestyle, baby
Livin' my lifetime out
You're a part
You'll always be
As long as you're part of me
Lettin' my lifeline out now
Lettin' the thread run fast
You're my hold
You have been warned
My life is lived for me.
"Out on the beach
Holding my hand
My love on your sleeve or in your heart?
And here we are
The time is now
What's your move now, stranger?
"Livin' my lifestyle, baby
Livin' my lifetime out
You're a part
You'll always be
As long as you're part of me
Lettin' my lifeline out now
Lettin' the thread run fast
You're my hold
You have been warned
My life is lived for me.
My life is lived for me.
"And when the grains are gone
You'll wish for stolen time
But you're not gone for good
Your soul within my rhyme.
"Livin' my lifestyle, baby
Livin' my lifetime out
You're a part
You'll always be
As long as you're part of me
Lettin' my lifeline out now
Lettin' the thread run fast
You're my hold
You have been warned
My life is lived for me.
"My life..." She sang strongly. Roscoe clapped slowly. "What did you think?" Keely asked.
"Who'd you write it for?" Roscoe asked.
"What?"
"You don't get sudden inspiration like that without feelings for someone. No one does. (A/N: I do!) You can tell me." Roscoe sat next to Keely again.
"You act like it should be a big secret." Keely laughed. "I have a boyfriend back at Pickford. I was sure I told you..."
"You did." Roscoe spread a smile on his face.
"Then why'd you ask who it was written for?"She looked at him with question.
"I wanted to make sure you hadn't changed your mind or anything." He got up and walked up.
"What was that supposed to mean?" Keely asked herself.
Saturday afternoons of any other weekend would mean an empty Arts Theater, and empty halls and pretty much an empty Hollangder Hall Arts Centered School. But with the demand for roles in the upcoming musical, the hallways were abuzz with prospects for Saving Pearcer, the biggest performance of the year. Other musicals were also being casted that day, but none were as sought after than that one. Only the creme of the crop were chosen, the top cats, and roles hardly went out to any freshmen.
The whole experience was different than anything else you may have been through. Students who wanted the role were to line up in five different lines; one for Alya Pearcer, the lead dame, one for Prescott Trith, the other lead and a rugged leader-type, one for Ophelia Pearcer, the daughter of Alya, one for John, the underdog, and one for smaller roles. Needless to say, the lines for Alya and Prescott were packed out. Throughout the lines, you are given scripts and a certain passage to read from. This took many people by surprise; they had already picked out a scene to use. Once at the front of the line, they took the student's picture and they acted out their part. Afterwards, you go to a second 5-parted line and repeated for the vocal parts. Once that was done, you were free for one hour before they did their first callback. And, of course, after the first, comes the second. By then, it's nighttime and most of the candidates have been narrowed down. And those candidates that hadn't been narrowed just happened to be...
"Kaleigh Harding, Kathy Richardson and Keely Tesla." The casting director, Mr. Brightson, shouted.
"Teslow!" Keelycalled back. Everyone clapped for them; it was a ritual to see the final callbacks for the lead roles. The last callback was just singing, and the tension was so thick you could have sworn it was American Idol.
"Let freedom ring...
Let the white dove sing!" Kaleigh sang unsteadily. Backstage, Keely was having a panic attack.
"I can't do this. I...I don't have enough glitter." She said to Chelsea, nervously. Chelsea took a jar from her pocket and patted a spangly substance on Keely's cheeks.
"Glittery enough?" Chelsea smiled. "C'mon, Keel, you can do this. You're better than anyone else out here, you know? Just believe it."
"Thanks, Chelsea, but I just need–"
"Phil?" Chelsea asked. "He's really something special, isn't he?"
"You'll see for yourself tomorrow." Keely smiled as Kaleigh sang her last, remarkably shaky high note.
"I'm next." She gulped.
"Go out there and do great, Keel. You'll make a bunch of people proud if you land the role." Chelsea patted her on the back. Keely stood up and walked off to the stage. "Don't trip!" Chelsea yelled to her one last time.
"Keely Teslow? Alright, and you're singing...Living...alright, and who is the original artist?"
"Myself." Keely smiled. Some people gasped, and a small group clapped. She picked up the microphone and breathed out before singing, a capella.
"My life is lived for me..." Keely sang. Everyone clapped, shouted and whistled for Keely. She felt like someone. She bowed, and sat down with her rivals.
"Keely, you were amazing." Kathy Richardson whispered to her. Keely blushed.
"Oh, but you were fantastic. We both know who's gonna get the role." Keely smiled back.
"Yes: me." Kaleigh said to them both. The spotlight shone on them as Mr. Brightson spoke. "The part of Alya in Saving Pearcer will be played by Kaleigh Harding, with Keely Teslow as understudy." Kaleigh smiled brightly and stood next to the casting director, kissing him on the cheek. Some people groaned as she took her seat with the other two girls. "I'm sorry, it was very hard to pick from these three talented young ladies."
"We all know how you picked, Brightson." A guy's voice spoke out from the crowd.
"Roscoe?" Keely exclaimed.
"Excuse me, young man?" The casting director was appalled.
"Keely deserved that spot. She's worked the hardest; she's the best there is." Roscoe climbed on stage. "Everyone already knows how you choose your leads. To people who don't deserve it–people who do bad things for them." He looked to Kaleigh and scowled.
"Sir! In my office–immediately!" The casting director took Roscoe by the arm and dragged him towards the backstage. Keely looked his way, and he half-smiled at her.
A/N: The drama! I'm sorry this didn't get in yesterday; I had a party to go to and some other stuff to do. But, after all, a little waiting goes a LONGGGGG way!And, to some people, Phil of the Future Island is a ProBoards site all about Phil of the Future! It's really great and they've got lots of things to entertain you for hours at a time. It's very interactive when it comes to talking to each other, and if you have a question, you'll usually get a quick response to it. It also has fan-fiction galore and killer pictures! Coming soon: 9th chapter! And this MAY go on for a while; I can't decide. –T.J.
P.S: Aren't you proud of me? MUCH more text, and a song! Actually one and a bit of song! Yes! I don't know how this should turn now...maybe I should let it do what it wants.
Oooooooooh...the DRAMA!
And sorry for the spaces in the song; it's the only way to make then not one big blobb.