Chapter Two: Say What?
Grey isn't happy, pink is happy.
Sam's POV
If being bored in a Calculus class when your teacher is lecturing you isn't bad enough, then try having to take a test in a boring Calculus class. I had already finished all the problems on test and the teacher had left the room to check up on the "ghost problems" in the school auditorium. I laughed silently, while drawing random things in my notebook.
I looked down in my notebook, to see what I had been drawing, and I was surprised to see that I had drawn a picture of Danny Phantom. I quickly erased the picture and went back to day dreaming, but soon I found myself in an uncontrolled dream.
I love him, I love him…
Sam
I love him, I love him…
Sam
I love him, I love him…
SAM
I quickly opened my eyes, making sure that the teacher wasn't calling my name. The teacher hadn't come back from the "ghost accident" yet. Well then, who was calling my name?
"Yeah, and meat's supposed to look good." I said to Tucker on my way to sit down at our usual lunch table. We were yet again, arguing about how I'm an Ultra Recyclo Vegetarian and he's…well, just not. My mom says that I'm an Ultimate Recycling Herbivore or some other nonsense.
"Hey, I never said that that junk looked like crap, even though it is." Tucker replied.
I was about to reply when Danny beat me to it.
"It's called Top Soil Tuck, and watching Sam eat a nice healthy salad, isn't as bad as watching you stuff meat down your throat." What was Danny's problem? Well, at least he was sticking up for me.
Danny didn't talk for the rest of the week. Maybe he was concerned about trying out for the upcoming school musical that all the drama class students had to try out for. That didn't include Tucker because even though he tried, Danny couldn't convince him to give up advanced computer class, and take drama class instead. I wonder why?
But trying out for the upcoming school musical wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, it was worse, way worse.
The problem was that we didn't even know the lines, or the musical that we would be doing. I had a pretty good feeling that we would be doing a musical similar to the play by that one dude, who's dead. Yeah, that narrows it down.
I would be alright trying out for the play, as long as no one found out my horrible secret.
It's not as bad as you think it is, but it's pretty bad. See my uncle is my mom's brother, and he got married a few years back. My Aunt Margret and my younger cousin, Tiffany, his wife and daughter, live here; in Amity Park, but my uncle…well he's a different story.
It's not like they're poor. They're pretty well off, but my uncle travels a lot. You see he's a famous director and movie star. Yeah, you know that famous guy? His name is Robert Manson, famous movie star and director. So if anybody found out that he was my uncle, on top of my family being rich, then the next time I went to school, or anywhere out in public for that matter, I would have way too many friends. And believe me, that's not how I want to make friends. So you see my problem.
I guess it's not a horrible secret, but if anyone found out about it then I would probably get the female lead in the school musical hands down and that would be for the wrong reason. Not to mention that everybody would want to know if they could meet my uncle. Which might be harder than it sounds. You see, my uncle and my aunt kinda, stopped seeing each other, and I've been trying to get them back together, but whenever I mention him visiting here, he turns down the offer right away.
So when I was standing there on the stage of the school auditorium, wondering how I had gotten the female lead right away, and why the drama teacher wanted me to pick out the musical that we would do this year, I couldn't help but keep a close watch on the raven-haired boy who was standing nervously next to me.
Flashback:
"Yeah, but you can't tell anyone else about my uncle, got it?" I asked Danny. He had been invited over to my house, thanks to Tiffany, for thanksgiving when my aunt and cousin also came over. When he asked my aunt about her husband and she burst into tears, my aunt told me that she could trust Danny enough with the secret. So who had to tell him?
"I promise, I'll try not to tell anybody." Danny replied.
"Danny." I said getting annoyed.
"Alright, I promise, I won't tell anybody." Danny said putting his hand over mine. Then I put my other hand on his cheek and kissed him. It wasn't very long, just a small peck.
"And if you break that promise, then you have to kiss me back." I added, knowing that because of that Danny would surely never break the promise.
End Flashback:
Until now, Danny had kept the promise, but I had the feeling that he broke it and I didn't know how right I was. So as I stood there wondering what the heck had gotten into the casting director, I noticed Danny looking a little bit nervous. A little bit? What am I some kind of optimist? No, he was traumatized. I decided to try and cheer him up a little.
"Danny, you look like you've just seen a ghost." I said teasingly.
"Hahaha, very funny," Danny replied.
"Are you nervous about trying out for the play?" I asked him.
"I can't believe you're making me do this." He answered in a slightly dazed tone.
"Me? You're the one who took me seriously, I was just joking." I explained.
"Really, but I thought that you were serious. That's one of the two reasons why I'm auditioning to play your opposite." Danny said. He was referring to me getting the lead girls part, and him trying out to play the part of the boy that falls in love with her, and she falls in love with him, eventually.
(A/N: Sam already knows what the play is going to kind of be about. I'll explain it later in the story cause most of ya'll are going, what she didn't even choose the play that they were doing yet. Oh, and the audition is from a different play, cause Sam knows that she has to choose a play about two kids falling in love and junk like that. That's what I meant when I said that she kind of knows what the play has to be about.)
"What's the second reason?" I asked him. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Perhaps he was too nervous about the audition, or maybe he was just thinking about the second reason. Then it hit me. "Danny, could this second reason possible be that you…" I started to ask him, but I was interrupted by the casting director telling us that it was time for Danny's audition.
"So how do you think you did?" I asked Danny on the phone that night.
"I don't know. I thought I did a pretty good job." Danny replied with that same dazed tone.
"I thought you did a good job too, but we'll just have to see how it turns out next week." I said. I still had to choose the play that we would change into the musical, not getting any say about who got the other parts. Kinda stinks doesn't it? I could hear someone talking in the background of Danny's phone.
"I'm telling you Maddie, it's gotta work."
"Uh oh, I gotta go Sam, see ya tomorrow." Danny said, and then I heard a click from the other end of the phone line. I hung up too, and understood. If I was living in a house with parents who were ghost hunters and I was part ghost, I wouldn't feel safe talking on the phone unaware of my parent's new contraptions or other ghost hunting gadgets.
In fact my parents weren't even talking to me. I saw my mom sometimes around the house, but most of the time she was in her room and my dad told me not to disturb her. My dad was usually at work, which left my grandmother and me to have some bonding time.
I walked downstairs hoping to see my mother somewhere. I found my grandmother and my mom in the kitchen. My mom was cutting up some carrots and my grandmother was sitting down at the table.
"Honey, let me fix you a salad, heaven knows that you need to rest your body, with your child problems." My grandmother told my mom. I stood by the door. Child problems? Were they talking about me?
"Mother, it's not a problem, I can take care of any child that will cause problems." My mother replied. I started to cry. Why were they calling me a child? And why did they think that I was being a problem? I wiped away my tears and walked into the kitchen. If I was causing any problems, I wanted to know what they were.
My mother looked startled when I walked into the kitchen and my grandmother nearly jumped to the top of the ceiling. "What about child problems?" I asked. My grandmother and mother shared one of those should-we-tell-her looks.
"Sammy-kins, we both love you and if you thought that we were talking about you then you have it all wrong." My mother defended.
"Then who were you talking about?" I said as I crossed my arms and stared at my mom. I looked down towards her stomach. Had she gotten fatter? No wonder she was making a salad, she really needed to lose weight.
"If you really want to know, then you have to trust me when I say that I can't tell you." My mother said. I rolled my eyes and then she came over to me and gave me a hug.
Mother daughter bonding, crushing Goth individuality. She let go, grabbed the salad she had just made and then walked up to her room.
"Is it just me or has she gained weight?" I asked my grandmother.
"All in good time my dear, all in good time." My grandmother answered me, and then she rode out of the kitchen on her scooter thing.
On Saturday I met with the casting director/ drama teacher kept smiling at me and saying things like, how is your mother, father doing alright, when is your uncle coming into town.
The last one took me by surprise.
"Which uncle?" I asked. After all I did have three uncles.
"I believe his name is Robert Manson." The casting director said to me.
"I don't think he's coming into town anytime soon." I said, and I was not happy when I saw the disappointed look on the casting director's face. "Can I tell you about my idea for the school musical now?"
"Yes, yes, of course." The casting director replied.
I decided to do a musical for a play called Sandy. It's about a girl who's real name is Sandra, and she runs away from home and meets this boy named David. David falls madly in love with her, and halfway through the play she starts to like him back, but then he does something horribly bad and she ends up breaking his heart. The play is supposed to be a tragedy and that's what I liked about it, two kids end up breaking each other's hearts in the end, awesome.
"If we need any help with the play do you think your uncle would be willing to help?" The casting director asked, still not giving up.
"Maybe, I'm sure he would come and try and help his niece with her first high school musical." I replied.
"Splendid. If you reach him tell him to contact your casting director, Jerry Swift." The casting director said and walked away from me.
Casting Results for the new school musical,
Sandy
Main Roles
Sandra/Sandy Hawkins- Sam Manson
David Lionel- Gregor Reese
Understudy for David Lionel- Danny Fenton
Anna Reegin- Paulina Sanchez
Marissa Lefton- Jessica Alan
Hailey Smit- Star Dawkins
Kevin Ruthie- James Alan
I couldn't read anymore of the list. Danny got to be the understudy, but I don't know what I would do without having him up on stage with me. Of course, he was probably the one responsible for me getting the lead role without even trying, and that made me kinda smile about him only getting to be the understudy.
At least he only told Mr. Swift, the drama teacher/ casting director, and not the whole school, right?
Then as if on cue, Tucker came running up to me. He handed me a school newspaper, and I quickly read it.
"How did this get out?" I asked him.
"I don't know, I saw Paulina reading it with some of her friends and then I just grabbed it when they crumpled it up and threw it on the floor." Tucker explained. This was not good. Now everybody in school would know how my uncle was the biggest movie director and star. Everybody would want to talk to me, and it would even be because they actually wanted to talk to me! Then like another cue, Danny came running over to me and Tucker.
"What's going on?" Danny asked us. I couldn't contain myself, but I wouldn't yell at Danny would I? I couldn't, I shouldn't…
"WHAT'S GOING ON? WHAT'S GOING ON!" I would, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT'S GOING ON! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO BLABBED TO THE DIRECTOR ABOUT MY SECRET AND NOW THE WHOLE SCHOOL KNOWS!"
"What?" Danny said innocently. Right, like boys are that forgetful.
"I'm talking about this." I shoved the school newspaper in front of Danny's face and he grabbed it out of my hands. I walked away from him. If I even saw his face again I would blow up. I needed time to cool off.
That whole day I spent avoiding people. Danny kept trying to talk to me, but I had to avoid him, just like everybody else that I didn't know.
That night I decided to e-mail me uncle. If I didn't contact him about the play soon then my drama teacher might get mad at me.
Dear Uncle Robert,
No, that sounded too formal.
Yo Yo, here's whaz up.
No way!
Dear Mr. Manson
Too businessy.
Uncle Robert,
Yeah, that was alright.
Uncle Robert,
I just wanted to let you know that I'm part of a new play at my school. I got the lead role and may need some help on my lines. My drama teacher would also be happy if you came down sometime to help direct the rest of the cast. You don't really have to, but now most of the people at my school know that you're my uncle, and if you don't come help with this play then they might get mad at me. I really need your help. This is not another plan to get you and Margret back together, and just because I said that doesn't mean it either. I seriously need your help.
Your niece,
Samantha Manson
I sent it to his private e-mail. He has three e-mail addresses, one for fan mail, one for business deals, and one for family and agents and stuff.
I didn't know how fast he would reply, but it should be fairly quick. I just hoped that he would want to come help with the play.
"Ring, ring, ring, ring," My phone rang in my ear. Luckily I had my own private line, so my mom couldn't answer it. I checked the caller I.D. and it said Fenton, Jack. I left the phone ringing and turned on some music.
"Hi, you've reached Sam Manson. I'm not here right now, or I just don't want to talk to you, since I have caller I.D. so leave a message after the beep. Beep." I heard someone leaving a message and I turned down the music.
"Look Sam, I'm really sorry, but you didn't give me a chance to explain myself." I rolled my eyes at his comment. "I know your eyes are probably rolling right now." Freaky.
"And I know that you're probably happy about me not getting to play your opposite in the school play, but… can you pick up the phone now because I know that you're there. Fine, then I'll try to catch you at school tomorrow. Oh, and our first play practice is tomorrow. See ya then. Bye. Click."
He is so annoying. I can't believe him. Anyway, I walked downstairs to try and find my mother to ask her for some advice.
"Ring, ring, ring."
The phone rang downstairs and I answered it.
"Hello?" I said.
"Yes, this is Dr. Luft. I'm calling to confirm your mothers preg…"
"Sam, I got it you can hang up the phone now." My mother interrupted from somewhere on another phone in the house. I hung up the phone. What was going on? As if I didn't have enough problems already.
The plot thickens.
Byeness peoples...
