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I'm so glad when all the auditions are over; it means I'm that much closer to just going home and sleeping. Of course, I have to stay here and discuss with Sharpay and Darbus how the auditions went, and who should get what part.
"Well, I'm not sure if any of the girls who auditioned showed the potential and commitment to play the female lead, Jane," Sharpay smirks, going through the list of people who showed up to audition today. "Same with the guys. Troy's good though." I want to ask about me, and how my auditions went, but I'd just be shot down in flames.
"Ryan, what do you think?" Ms. Darbus turns to me, and I shrug my shoulders. "How does Troy and Sharpay sound?"
"How about Gabriella? Sharpay was banging on about chemistry, and well, Troy and Gabriella are together," I hint, not-so-subtly.
"See, my concern there is that they might not be able to put the right emotion into all of the negative scenes with Jack and Jane. Troy and Gabriella haven't really experienced those kinds of moments, so it might be awkward for each other and their relationship," Sharpay answers. Damn it! I should have known that she would have a well-rehearsed answer for that. Ms. Darbus gets up from her seat.
"That's a good point. I have to get on, actually. I have a lot of coursework to mark. Kelsi, could you give Sharpay and Ryan the key to this room, please? I trust you'll be responsible enough with it to leave here when you've finished discussing the casting. I'll be here tomorrow at lunch to hear your decisions," Darbus leaves the auditorium, and Kelsi places the key on the desk I'm sitting at.
"I have to go home, too. I'll call you later, Ryan," she timidly gives me a peck on the cheek before leaving. "Could you give the key back to me as soon as possible? I kind of need it."
"Sure," I grin, walking over to her just before she gets to the door, and wrap my arms around her tightly. Not too tight, of course, I want her to retain the ability to breathe! "Don't worry about Shar." I whisper in her ear, and cup her chin with my hand, directing her lips toward mine. Sharpay 'clears her throat' and 'coughs' a few times, but we ignore her, smiling through our kisses.
"Go on, go home, I'll speak to you later," I breathe after a while, watching her depart.
"Now you've finished slobbering all over her, what do you think of my ideas for the cast?" Sharpay passes me a list she's quickly scribbled down while I've been distracted.
"Jane - Sharpay. Jack - Troy...No surprise there," I mumble, reading the list aloud to myself. "You've made a mistake. You whined about Sophie and Tom, yet you've put them alongside each other."
"Well, I thought about it again. Any kind of chemistry is better than none -"
"I don't know what planet you're on, but they're always at each other's throats."
"Listen. If they know they have to act together, they'll be able to talk out their differences. Sophie said it was because they perceived things differently in the script, which in a way, is good. If they listen to each other, they can compromise. Plus, if you read the scenes with Tom and Maggie, you can see that their relationship isn't exactly a walk in the park. When I thought of Tom and Maggie, I thought of Tom and Sophie. I'm trying to make a good show here."
"Fair enough...But where's my part in this?" I finish scanning the list for the hundredth time. No sign of my name at all.
"I thought about that, too. You have to think about who's suited to each part, Ryan. Which is why I gave you a different role altogether." I barely respond, giving Sharpay a fixed look. The kind that could either be interpreted as indifferent or pissed off. I guess it's a mixture, really. "I decided to make you director!...Well, it was either that or Lily."
"Yes, because being called a poof by everyone isn't nearly enough! I have to play one, too!" I fire back. "I get no say in this, do I? It's either have pretty much no part in this, or have a few lines, and be a queer?" I walk out of the auditorium, slamming the door behind me. I walk through the corridors, and out of East High, having had enough of Sharpay for one day.