Spellbound
Kelsi's mouth opened and closed several times before she composed (no pun intended) herself. "Could you run that one by me again," she asked in vague horror.
Betty, the president of the Julliard drama club, smiled enthusiastically. "Don't you see the potential here? The success of Harry Potter on page is immense, and what better way to beat that not-quite-living-horse than to do it as a musical? After all, who wants a stuffy ol' book when there are sparkles and catchy tunes and wicked dance moved to be mesmerized by? And that is where you two-" she pointed at Kelsi and her blond companion "-come in. So what do you say?"
Ryan mentally degraded the experience of getting his scholarship. If this school let people like that in and let them rise to such positions, maybe a transfer was in order. Of course, that would mean leaving Kelsi behind and that was the one thing he had promised himself not to do. Instead, he exchanged a look with hi- the composer. The terror so clearly written on her face at the prospect of being partly to blame for "Harry Potter – The Magic On Stage!!!" matched his own.
"...........How about we just do "Fiddler on the Roof" again?"
I'M BAAACK! Damn, it's been a while. Exams have been crazy so far, and I'm still not done. (Currently trying to make sense of Kant, which I just... kan't. Bad pun, BAD PUN!) I had sworn to myself that I wold neither read nor write anything not related to uni, but as all my other hopes, dreams and aspirations, that was shattered yesterday when I got a mail saying that eddie484 had added this story to his/her watch list, and I was so exhilarated that someone still read my little piece of jun- WORK that I felt compelled to write again. Yes. I am that weak.