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Chappie 1: Beyplay?Lindsay Holloway sat looking across the table at the BBA Chairman, Mr. Dickinson and her uncle Thomas.
"So what exactly am I suppose to do?" She asked.
"The kids are on their way." Thomas said, "You'll take the bus to New York and practice for a week and present it for an audience. You're the director.
"Why me?"
"Because you're the nicest 18-year-old I know."
"You know I don't like flattery."
"Miss Holloway," Mr. Dickinson said, "This production will boost the BBA. You're the only person who's said yes without any background information on them." Lindsay rolled her eyes.
"When do we start?"
"They'll be here in five minutes." Lindsay slapped her knees and went up to the second story of the bus.
"Good morning everybody." Thomas said in a fake cheery voice as almost twenty people walked onto the bus. "You will have a five hour trip to New York. Here are your scripts. Mr. Dickinson has explained it all and-"
"Who's the director?" A girl with short brown hair asked.
"My niece." Lindsay came down in jeans and a large grey sweatshirt that said 'Rusty' in blue letters on the front. She nodded her head at allof them with her hands shoved into her sweatshirt pocket.
"I'll leave you all and see you in New York." Thomas left and the bus started to move.
"It would help if everyone read over the scripts and then we
practiced-" Every one started talking amongst themselves, 'Or not." Lindsay shook her head and went up the staris