Chapter 3
Ramin's POV
A girl with auburn hair came up onto the stage. She must be Molly Johnson. Sierra asked, "What part are you trying out for in the play?" The girl replied with a weak smile, "I'll be trying out for the role of Christine Daee." I could tell she was a bit nervous. When she started to sing, her voice started out soft but then grew louder.
As Molly sang, her voice made me feel as if a great, dark burden had lifted itself off my heart. I felt that I had finally found someone that I had been searching for so long. She's the one. "We've found her. We've found our Christine. I've finally found my Christine." I thought happily. She was beautiful at singing, and was a pretty, young woman.
As she sang the last note, her voice carried throughout the auditorium. Her voice rang beautifully in my ears. I was utterly speechless how Molly sounded. Her voice was the special thing that was made for the role of Christine. Molly is perfect for the role. I wrote Christine next to her name.
When Molly passed me, I whispered to Sierra "She will be Christine. A perfect Christine just like you was when you were chosen for her role. You were an amazing Christine." Sierra laughed quietly. "Thanks, Chad." I heard Molly say.
I got up and stretched my out my legs. They ached from all that sitting through 4 hours of auditions. Mrs. Connor said "Follow me, you two." Sierra and I followed her to her small office. I laid my clipboard down on her computer desk and said sighing, "These are the roles that I marked for the students. I hope you absolutely agree with me that Molly Johnson should be Christine. She has that personality that is the headstrong, innocent trait made for Christine Daee. I could tell that by the way Molly sang for her audition. She tried very hard for the role."
"Sierra and I have the same ideas as you, Ramin. We agree with some roles like Chad as Raoul, or Skye as the Phantom, but some we don't agree on like Angel wanting to be casted as Christine. But we are both sure that Molly would make a very excellent Christine." Mrs. Connor explained as she picked up the clipboards and set them neatly by her computer. Sierra nodded and said, "I think that Angel should be casted as Carlotta."
I smiled a big smile as we talked of all the things needed for the play.
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Molly's POV
I saw them go to Mrs. Connor's little office. They're probably checking over the roles on the sheets. I whipped out my cell phone and checked the time. Oh crap, it's 3:30. I'm going to have to get home soon to feed my cats. My cats get fussy when they haven't been fed at the proper time.
All three of them came back to the auditorium. "The cast sheet will be posted tomorrow on the front bulletin board. You're all dismissed to go home." Mrs. Connor said. I walked down the aisle with Megan to the doors. "Bye, Jolly Molly." Megan teased. "Shut up." I replied sarcastically. She knew I didn't like that nickname, all because I have a craving for Jolly Ranchers. "Bye, Megan." I said laughing.
We hugged and she went out the door to her car. When I got outside, it started to pour. I'm lucky right but not likely. "Really, you just had to make it rain NOW! I yelled out loud to the sky. "Great. Just great." I muttered as I ran to the bike rack. "Shit." I said when I looked at my bike. The chain had begun to rust and one of the tires was deflated. I should have checked the bike before I took off on it. "Crap." I mumbled under my breath. I kicked my front bike tire. OW!
"Hey, Molly, you need a ride?" a voice said behind me. I turned around, thinking it was Megan asking me if I wanted a ride. I knew I count on her for anything. I realized who it was, I thought, "Nope, I was way off!"
Oh good Lord! It was Ramin who asked behind me. He was leaning with his back against a Chevy truck. "Um…yeah. Yeah, I do." I said with wet short bangs plastered barely over my blue eyes. I brushed my bangs out of my eyes. Ramin smiled at me. "You can get in and I'll get your bike into the bed of the truck." Ramin said with his faint Canadian accent. My stomach did flips. "Sure." I replied. He opened the truck door for me. I got in, and fastened the seatbelt around my waist.
I watched him pick up my bike as if it only weighed a feather. I heard him get in the drivers seat. Ramin turned the key and the truck started up. "Where do you live, Molly?" Ramin asked as he made his way to the main road. "503 3rd Street, Mr. Karimloo." I replied wanting to be polite to him. "Ok, I'll take you there. Molly, you can call me Ramin. I don't mind. The Mr. Thing is too formal for me." he answered keeping his eyes on the road. "Sure thing, Ramin." I said nervously. Ramin smiled. My heart fluttered. I asked, "How do you and Sierra know Mrs. Connor?"
"Your teacher helped in the makeup and costume department for 25th Anniversary POTO and LND." Ramin answered. I stared out the passenger window. Then, I heard Ramin say, "You did an excellent job on you audition. I told them you worker harder for that role than Angel." "Thanks." I replied smiling. "Stop in front of that house." I said pointing to a blue house. Ramin parked the truck and said, "You're home, Molly." "Thanks, Ramin." I said as I got out. Ramin got out too. He went to get my bike out of the back. He shook hands. I felt a piece of paper slip into my hand. When I propped my bike up against my house, I looked back. My heart beat quickened when I saw Ramin smile.