Best Friends Since Pre-K Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, or the play 7 Stories. However, I am attempting to combine them into an interesting story.
Hello everyone. Here is chapter 3, and I hope you enjoy it. That's it, so have fun!
The day passed slowly, a long muddle of classes and work, but it did pass. It was especially slow for Ron. He could think of nothing except the poster he had seen that morning. It hovered in front of his eyes as he attempted to stay awake in class and ate his bag lunch in the cafeteria. Although he had tried not to show it too much in front of Diana, he really wanted to be in that play. It had been a long time since he had read the script, but he had liked the witty dialogue and ridiculous situations so much that it had stayed with him. He had particularly enjoyed the juxtaposition between lighthearted humor, and the grim realities which it overlaid. Not that he put it that way to himself.
And now it was actually going to be performed in his school, and he didn't just want to see it, he wanted to experience it. He'd never acted before, at least not in a real play, and he really had no idea if he'd be good or not, but Diana, and he, had been right. If he failed the audition, at least he'd have tried. If he didn't even attempt it than he didn't even deserve to get the part. It made sense in theory, but it did little to comfort him when he thought of standing up there on the stage and being judged by people he didn't even know.
After dinner, Diana showed up as promised, to be a more sympathetic, but no less critical, audience. Ron had picked up one of the audition sheets from the drama office, and he could have sworn that the paper felt hot when he retrieved it from his book bag.
He would be reading for The Man, which made sense, since he was the main character. And Ron was good. The Man, despite his attempted suicide, was the most normal person in the play, and Ron was able to capture his bewilderment concerning the other characters very well. Ron could also adapt a kind of wry sarcasm on some lines which made Diana chuckle. Of course, this reading was in front of a friend, not the intimidating drama teacher.
They halted for a break after a while of practicing, and Ron dug some sodas out of the fridge. He felt that he desperately needed something unhealthy to relax him. He plopped down on the sofa next to Diana, and for a minute they merely sipped in companionable silence. Diana was still thumbing through the play.
"This really is funny," she said after a moment. "And also…kind of grim. I can see why you like it though."
"Yeah." Ron smiled fondly. "It's one of my favorites. I also really like The Producers, but that one's a musical." He shrugged as though he were facing an immovable barrier. "I wouldn't have even been able to try out for it."
Diana glanced at him knowingly. "What are you talking about?" she demanded. "You have a great singing voice."
"Shhhhhhhh!" Ron said urgently. "Di, that is between you and me. I would lose absolutely all of my guy cred if anyone else knew that."
"We're the only ones here," Diana protested, laughing. "Just who exactly is going to overhear us?"
"Not the point," Ron said sternly, although he was also finding it difficult to keep from laughing. "If you say it in here, you'll say it out there, at school or some place, and then – bam! Someone will be telling me try out for the ballet squad."
There was a silence.
"You know," Diana said thoughtfully after a moment, "I bet you would look good in one of those pink leotards." Ron flushed to the tips of his ears, and Diana laughed again. The next second she was on the floor, and Ron was bearing down on her with one of the sofa cushions; a nasty green embroidered one, covered with buttons. "Kidding! I was kidding!" Diana corrected desperately. But Ron's fighting blood was up now, and he raised the pillow. Diana abandoned pleading as being ineffective, and turned to her other resort, flight. She suddenly rolled to the side, avoiding the green throw pillow by a whisker, and scrambled to her feet, thin legs flailing awkwardly for a moment before she managed to get them under her. Then she was off like a gazelle, with Ron after her. Both were laughing now. Diana was finally cornered against the kitchen wall. She raised her hands in surrender. "Alright, I give. I'm sorry. Can we get back to practicing now?"
"Okay," Ron sighed. He lowered the pillow, then suddenly raised it again and whacked it across the side of his friend's face. "You had it coming," he said, reasonably, and then turned and walked serenely back to the living room. Diana smiled slyly at his back. The round was his, for now. And Ron was right about one thing; they still had a lot of work to do.
In her den, down the hallway, Millie Stoppable sighed in relief as silence took hold of the house once again. Ron was such a wild boy, at least when that Andron girl was over. She wished the two of them would spend more time over at Diana's house, or somewhere else, but it was good that Ron actually managed to get his homework finished this way. Well, hopefully he would get a part in this play and spend a lot of time at the school rehearsing. She loved her son dearly, but she still had to work. Lifting her hot mug carefully, Millie sipped the fragrant tea, and then bent over her desk again, dismissing idle thoughts from her mind as she did so.
When Ron looked back on it, it seemed that the week had whirled by in a heartbeat. Classes, meals homework, hanging out; all together it didn't make for much time to brood about the tryouts. Although…was that a good thing? He wondered whether there wasn't some sort of worry limit which had to be met. Because he hadn't worried very much this week, perhaps it was all crowding in on him now.
He swallowed and glanced at his piece of script again. He knew it by heart, of course, but it couldn't hurt to go over it in his mind one last time. He wished fervently that Di was here waiting with him, but she had cheerleading practice. She had demanded that he come to the gym right after the tryouts and let her know how it had gone.
Frankly he wasn't sure he was going to live that long.
Ron glanced over at the clock on the wall of the waiting room. Three fourty-three. In another two minutes it would be his turn, and the clock seemed to be moving both too quickly and too slowly, if that were possible. He was waiting in a small room usually used to store props. It was empty now except for a stack of black plastic chairs, some cupboards against the wall, and a large orange…thing made of foam. Ron had no idea what it was supposed to be, and he was much too busy mentally going over his lines again to spare any brainpower for speculating on it now.
The other people in the room didn't seem nearly as nervous as he was. Ron glanced around at them surreptitiously. There were three people waiting, besides himself. Two of them, a boy with dark hair and glasses and a girl with long brown hair, were chatting together quietly, their scripts held in a loose, relaxed manner. No doubt they had been in several plays before now. The other person was Michel Gordon, the son of the Mayer, and star of the last three school productions. Ron knew him only from watching the plays, and by reputation of course. The other two he didn't know at all. Michel was leaning against the wall and listening to something on his headphones, apparently completely unconcerned about the outcome of the tryouts. Ron was thankful that at least Michel was going after him. He wouldn't like to have to follow someone like that.
The door opened and Mrs. O'Neil stuck her head inside with a smile. "Next," she said, quite calmly for someone who announces the end of the world, and Ron followed her out of the door and towards the waiting stage. He felt strangely calm now that it was his turn. He knew he was ready. Whether he made the cut or not, Diana was right. He was glad he was here.
Thanks for reading guys. I am still having trouble getting on , and I am busy with school and work and such, but I'll try to make updates faster. Next update will be for Loving You Behind Closed Doors, and I will try to make it this week.
I didn't make Diana's last name Goh because I think her villain name, Shego, come from Go city, rather than her own last name. I'm not sure whether her real last name is ever revealed in the show, and if it was, than I'm sorry about that. I rather like the name Diana Andron though. Let me know what you think.
I realize I'm focusing quite a bit on Ron right now, but you will see some more from Diana's point of view in the next few chapters. And the action will be starting fairly soon as well. ;)
See you next time!