Sorry I haven't updated. haha no ones probably reading this, but that's okay. I just kind of want to finish these stories, because it will bug me if I don't. And this is going to be short….sorry.
I just started school like two days ago. And I have homework. Great, yes? Well I'm just going to update when I can.
For those who really are reading this, I thank you and hope you enjoy. And please forgive my spelling errors. (Glares at Leimon) I do use spell check, but hey, it doesn't always get everything.
Bayard sat and watched the next beautiful young girl stepped up onto the stage, to begin her try-out. The way she walked and looked made some of the men envious of Bayard at times. All the women thought that if they could flirt with him a little, they were a sure in for the part.
Although, none of them realized, that Bayard just wasn't interested. The girl on the stage continued her flirtatious act. Bayard's facial expression didn't change.
"Now," He began, "What is your name, age, and part you are adutioning for?" The girl just fluttered her eyes a bit.
"Well my name is Dalrene, I am seventeen years old, and...Well, I really, reallywant to play the second lead role, Callia." She said as sweetly as possible. Far too sweet for Bayard's taste.
"I am truly sorry my dear, butthe character you wish to play is just a bit older then you are." he said shifting papersnexting him abit.Dalrene's eyebrows started to lift, and apouton her lipsbegan to form.
"b-b-but..." she started to sniffle a little," I...really want t-t-his p-p-part..." she said with tears flowingdown hersoft cheeks. Bayard rolled his eyes.
"And I have just told you, you cannot play it. You may try for the character Lilly, the younger sister of Callia, but that is all I am offering." he said looking back at the poor girl on stage. She nodded a little and looked down at the scripted she was handed.
Bayard watched heras she talked and walked once more. Clearlydifferent from herlastperformance. When she finished he stared off for a moment and pondered.
"Yes...Iwill indeed think about this...You are free to go." hetold her. She nodded and somewhat stormed off.
'Hm, someone musthave told her that old rumor, sleep with the director, you get the lead role.Honestly, do they believe meto be so low?'Bayard shook his head.
Two hours went by.Not one wastruly good enough to play the role of Callia. He sighed deeply. He decided he'd give this a few minutes, and if there wasn'tany progress, he would call it aday.
"Bayard, the star has finally arrived!" called Beatrice from afar. Bayard knew this moment would come. He knew his sister just wanted this part so everyone could adore her. There was no way his sister could fit this part, because she was at least a decade too old.
"What is your wish, dearest sister?" he asked miserably.
"The leading role. What else is there to wish for?" she asked.
"For you to go away would make all my wishes come true..." he whispered to himself closing his eyes. He could feel a migraine coming on.
Beatrice only got to read half of the script before Bayard told her to stop.
"That is an enough." he called. She huffed a little. How rude.
"Stupid old hag...wanting me to get her, her precious fruit..." Monique mumbled while grabbing an orange. Beatrice ordered Monique to get her some fruit for her lunch, but it had to be the most perfect one of all. To Monique, they all looked the same. They were all rip and ready to be eaten;but obviously according to her "master", they weren't.
"Madame, I have returned with your lovely fruit..." she called in a bored tone. Beatrice tapped her foot and shook her finger to come forth. Monique sighed, and went up to give it to her.
"STOP...DON'T MOVE..." Bayard shouted. Monique instantly froze. 'Why did he tell me to stop moving? Is there something in my hair? Is there some mad man behind me?' she thought with a light panic touch.
"Say the line; 'You cannot have me'" he said moving getting up from his chair. She looked at him.
"You cannot have me..." she said with slight confusion, yetanger. Did he want her to act it?
"Yes...yes you will do just fine." he said with a smile. Monique moved a little back, still confused as ever.
"What exactly will I do fine for?" she asked curiously.
"I want you to play Callia." he said. Monique gasped a little. Beatrice huffed loudly.
"Brother! You cannot do this to me! We are flesh and blood! She is...a gypsy and dirty!" she said with disgust. Monique smirked at her.
"Well, believe it or not, but you just lost to a dirty gypsy." she said. Beatrice glowered at her.
Erik watched from box five. He had been hoping for Bayard to get a good actress for this play.
He wasn't really okay with the idea that Bayard wanted to do a play instead of an opera, but it had been quite a long time sense he had seen one. So, he decided he would let this one go.
Although casting Monique as the leading actress was certainly a surprise to him. He was very happy for her. And he was also happy at the fact that she told that battle lax whose boss.
'Tonight I shall see her again. No doubt about that...' he thought to himself.