STAR WARS WAS FRAGGIN' AWESOME!
Hey, you know what I realized; technically I own all the teachers and shit. Well, I don't own Mrs. Koch; only the Mrs. part. Ms. Koch is my drama teacher but she isn't that nice. She is a little bit more…wild, you could say. She calls us 'Twinkie'… (Sigh)
And Lady…take three deep breaths and chill.
Disclaimer: Are these REALLY necessary? Ok, once Jim Henson and George Lucas and all the others start writing these stories THEN I will say they are necessary. (Grumbles) I don't own anyone/thing; 'Cept most of the teachers I guess.
It was Monday after school again and Sarah wasn't completely sure she was ready for the auditions.
She had the little red held tight against her body as she went to speak with Mrs. Koch about what scenes she thought were important and good scenes to audition to. Of course Sarah also had a notebook in which she made her own little changes to a couple of the scenes; she made them her memories.
Sarah had pages filled with the things that happened to her and her friends she had made on her journey. She made sure to refer to the babe and the main character by the names given in the play and not 'Sarah' or Toby'.
Jared would probably be somewhere else as the actual auditions did not start until a few hours.
"Mrs. Koch, I hope you do not mind but I came up with a few alterations I thought would work out exceptionally well," she stated as she flipped through the notebook walking through the auditorium doors.
"Well then, it seems someone has been a busy little bee. Looking for assistant director Sarah?" Mrs. Koch laughed from the stage as she smiled down at the approaching girl.
"Actually, about that…" Sarah said softly as she looked up to Mrs. Koch. "Mrs. Koch I want to talk to you about the casting; I don't want to play Nerissa."
"What?" the teacher asked flabbergasted. "But, you were perfect! You know the lines and you can give to the character as if you know exactly the way she should be acting and feeling. You have to do it!"
Sarah groaned as Mrs. Koch jumped off the stage and strode over to her. She really wasn't going to make this easy was she?
"I would much prefer to actually be the assistant director, or maybe the stage manager."
"But, why?"
Why? Sarah asked herself. Because I don't want to have to go through it all again. I couldn't stand to have to see some amateur try to play Jareth and then have to deal with pretending it is Jareth. Jareth can be played by no one because there is no other Goblin King. I just can't do it Mrs. Koch, I just can't!
"Sarah?" Mrs. Koch asked to the silent student in front of her who looked like she was about to start crying.
"I just feel that someone else should share in the, uh, glory, of the Labyrinth. I already know that it is wonderful so someone else should see it is too."
"If you say so. But you absolutely have the role of assistant director and stage manager. You know what the Labyrinth should be like so you can call the shots; just as long as it is PG-13," Mrs. Koch smiled.
Sarah nodded and began to show the drama teacher what she though should be changed. Sarah actually changed it so that it was almost identical to what happened to her. But she made sure to leave out one thing; her dream.
Sarah absolutely did not want someone else to have her dance with Jareth. She just told herself it was because it was personal and it wasn't because of who she danced with it was because the dancing with adults was her dream.
About half an hour later the applicants for the roles started to show up.
"Student's, it seems Ms. Williams does not wish to be Nerissa in the play so that spot is up for grabs. She is now the assistant director/stage manager and has come up with a few suggestions I think will be wonderful. Please, each of you please take a script and we will begin the auditions immediately."
Jared stepped up and spoke softly to Sarah.
"Why did you quit? You would be perfect for Nerissa."
Sarah just smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
"Kimberly and Arnold please do the scene where Nerissa first meets the Goblin King," the teacher instructed.
Sarah covered her face with her hands as each couple went up and did that scene. No one was doing it properly! There were only three guys left to try out for Jareth, Jared as one of them, and no one had done him justice!"
"Cut!" Sarah yelled exasperated and marched up onto the stage. "You have to be more mysterious and cruel. Try it like this!" she called as she hid in the curtains. She then stepped out like she saw Jareth step out and stood in the same position. "What's said is said," she mimicked. "Not; what is said is said," she read dully as if reading off a script. She had also let her shoulders sag. "You are the Goblin King! You're majestic! You're flaunty! You're handsome!" she yelled before she could stop herself. She looked out at the eyes of the audience and realized that no one thought anything.
"Very well Sarah, Anthony you please go next and then Michael, and the Jared you go last," Mrs. Koch instructed.
Sarah groaned as the first two botched their lines. But when it was Jared's turn she was absolutely stunned at his entrance, as long as everyone else.
Ginger, who was trying out for Nerissa at the moment, couldn't help but smile.
"Ginger, no smiling! You fear him! He stole your brother! Re-do it!" Sarah yelled. Can't anybody do anything right?
When Jared re-entered she almost fell out of her seat. He did it and held himself just as Jareth had done. But Ginger still couldn't hide the way she thought of him and started to grin.
"Dammit," Sarah whispered to herself. She jumped up on the stage and pushed Nerissa out of the way. "One more time please Jared; I'm gonna show them how Nerissa is supposed to act."
Jared nodded and left to come out a third time. When he did Sarah acted accordingly and threw her hands over her face.
"You're him aren't you? You're the Goblin King?" she whispered as she lowered her hands. Jared's facial feature held the same arrogance Jareth's did. "Please, I want my brother back, if it's all the same."
"What's said is said," Jared replied his voice as smooth as silk.
"But, I didn't mean it!"
Oh, didn't you?"
"Please, where is he?"
"You know very well where he is." Jared smile.
"Please bring him back, please."
"Sarah, go back to your toys and your costumes; forget about the baby."
Sarah was about to answer when she realized Jared spoke her name and messed the line up a little.
"Jared it is supposed to be 'Nerissa, to your room and play with your dolls; forget about the baby.'" Sarah hardly noticed that he had said what Jareth had told her what seemed so long ago.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I just figured that sounded a little better and I guess your name just slipped out."
"It's ok." Sarah smiled at him and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
She got down off the stage and grabbed her notebook again. While the other people went through all the characters and scenes Sarah had altered she wrote something in the notebook; the dream scene. She hardly noticed she was doing it and when she finished she slammed the notebook shut.
The noise startled the actors on the stage.
"Johnny, can you play Hoggle as a little more rude in the beginning?" She smiled as Johnny nodded and redid his line to Claire.
Soon the auditions were over and everyone was placed.
Johnny was playing Hoggle, Patrick was Didymus, Alfred was going to be Ludo, Ginger was Nerissa, and finally Jared was the Goblin King. The others would be the other lesser characters.
Feeling a little disquieted about Ginger being Nerissa Sarah looped her arm around Jared's. "Let's go hun," she smiled playfully. Jared grinned and they swept past a glaring Ginger.
In Jared's car Sarah turned on the radio.
-at I've got a dream
And tell them you're the starring role
Tell them I'm a dreaming kind of guy
And I'm going to make my dream
Tell them I will live my dream
Tell them they can laugh at me
But don't forget your date with me
When I live my dream.
Well ladies and gentlemen that was David Bowie with 'When I Live My Dream'; one of my personal favorites. This is DJ Donald Jacob saying 'If you've just tuned in I'm sorry.' Now the next song is at the request of a bright sounding man who wishes to remain anonymous and wishes to dedicate it to his one and only girl Sarah. Whoever you are Sarah I hope you know what a guy you have.
Walking in the snowy street
Let me understand
Drifting down a silent park
Stumbling over land
Open up your heart to me
Show me who you are
And I would be your slave.
Did Sarah hear correctly? It was possibly another Sarah; Sarah really is a common name.
Do you sleep in quietude?
Do you walk in peace?
Do you laugh out loud at me?
No one else that is free
Open up your heart to me
Show me all you are
And I would be your slave.
Besides, Sarah knew no one who would do something like this. Then again…there was always Jared. But would he do something like this? Of course not; he is looking at the road as if nothing was happening. If someone did something they couldn't hide it that easily.
I don't sit around and wait
I don't give a damn
I don't see the point at all
No footprints in the sand.
I bet you laugh out loud at me
A chance to strike me down
Give me peace of mind at last
Show me all you are
Open up your heart to me
And I would be your slave.
Jareth was always so good at hiding his emotions. Except those times when that one emotion kept coming on his face. It had happened in two places; the ballroom and the Escher room. What was the emotion? It resembled hurt but what could she have done that made him hurt like that?
I don't sit and wait
I don't give a damn
I don't see the point at all
No footprints in the sand.
I would give you all my love
Nothing else is free
Open up your heart to me
And I would be your slave.
Clicking off the radio Sarah sighed. She had loved to listen to David Bowie but right now she had too many thoughts on her mind.
"I wonder what made him hurt like that," Jared said without looking at her.
"I wonder what I did," Sarah whispered. Wait, what was Jared talking about? "What?"
"The guy who dedicated it to that woman. And I guess the guy who wrote the song too."
"What do you mean?" Sarah asked.
"Well, listen to the lyrics; I bet you laugh out loud at me, a chance to strike me down? I would give you all my love, nothing else is free? Open up your heart to me, and I would be your slave? The woman at the receiving end of this song is lucky to be loved like that but seems as if she doesn't realize it. The guy is obviously head over heels for her."
"How so?"
"Well, only if you are completely in love with someone would you say you would be their slave. And it seems as if the woman had hurt the guy already for him to suspect she was laughing at him. She must have done something terrible to make the guy grovel."
"Well, he was just lying to her so he could win," Sarah shot back.
"A game isn't more important to a man that the love of the woman they cherished. Life isn't a game of poker."
"It could be if when you lost you lost the life of someone you held dear."
"They would feel the same way."
Sarah was about to make a comeback but realized she had none. Sighing she leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest and stayed silent the rest of the trip home.
Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.
Sometimes others could use love to get what they wanted. Sometimes love was just another game to them that they couldn't loose. To some, love was a lie.
Hey peoples! What's shakin' bacon? Wassabe kemo sabi?
Ok, seriously; this chapter was dull and stupid and I like pickles.
Sorry it took me so long. I would start and then have to stop so it took me forever to finish this chapter and I lost my inspiration several times. That explains the shortness and no pointness.
Just four more days 'til the Masque...what's a girl to do? Why, shop for a dress of course!