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"Yes, Brittany, pick you guys up at five, don't be late, I got it, I got it," Alvin said into the phone. Simon watched him out of the corner of his eye as he reviewed his notes. Theodore was munching on an apple as he lay on his bed, trying to memorize facts from the index flash cards he'd made himself.
"All right, Brittany, I get it! I'm hanging up now, ok? Ok? Ok. And Brittany – you know I love you, right?" Alvin asked, getting a cheesy grin on his face that made Simon role his eyes. "Yeah, I know you know. I'll see you at five. Bye," Alvin said, hanging up the phone.
"I still say we should get there early. Then we wouldn't have to wait in line," Simon remarked casually, "You know just how many seniors are going to be auditioning, don't you?"
"Yeah, but Brittany had to make up a test, and Eleanor wanted all of us to go up there together," Alvin said, glancing at Theodore, who didn't look up, but instead snorted back what Simon suspected was a giggle.
"All right. We've got a half an hour to kill," Alvin said, still looking at Theodore suspiciously, "What do you guys want to do?"
"I don't know, what do you want to do, Simon?" Theodore asked.
"And don't say study, because we know you don't want to do that, even if you need to," Alvin added.
"All right, but I do need to study. I've got a test on Wednesday, and it's important that I get these things memorized –"
"Oh, come on, Simon, we all know you already know the answer to every test question well into what could possibly be your third year of college. Whadaya say we go for a drive?" Alvin said, his eyes lighting up. For his eighteenth birthday Dave had presented Alvin with a brand new convertible that Alvin couldn't help showing off every chance he got. Simon looked over at Theodore, who's face had lit up at the prospect of doing anything that didn't involve school work of any sort, and with his two younger brothers giving him the worst puppy-dog eyes he had ever seen, Simon had no choice but to nod and sigh, giving in with a defeated, "Ok, sure." Alvin whooped and Theodore raced out of the bedroom behind him, while Simon put away his notebook and grabbed his watch. No doubt Alvin would forget to bring his, and if they were late to pick up the girls, Brittany would give Alvin enough of an earful for everyone else present.
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"What did I say, Alvin! Pick us up at five o'clock. Sharp. You know where we live, you know how to get there, and you were half way there, already in the car! And yet, you don't get here until five forty-seven!" Brittany yelled into the unfortunate chipmunk's ear as she jumped into the front seat.
"It's not my fault! Simon's the one with the watch!" Alvin yelled back, looking at his brother in the rear view mirror with an expression that made Simon want to laugh.
"I didn't know it was twenty-five minutes slow," Simon said, having grabbed the wrong watch on the way out.
"Calm down, Brittany, we'll make good time. Besides, by the time we get there, everyone else might have already left," Jeanette said, sounding a little too hopeful for her sister's taste.
"Don't worry Jeanette, everyone will be so busy with their own nerves they won't even notice us," Eleanor said, smiling at her sister, and Jeanette returned it, though somewhat nervously. The other four chipmunks watched with amused expressions as Jeanette and Simon both looked out the window with matching despondent looks, sighing in unison.
"Hurry up, Alvin," Brittany added in a huff.
"I'm already going five miles over the speed limit, and if I get another ticket, Dave's gonna kill me!" Alvin replied, his expression frazzled.
"Alvin!" Brittany rolled her eyes. Everyone else in the car, besides the two arguing up front covered their ears and groaned.
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"Ok, next!" the director shouted at the stage. The chipmunks were all sitting a couple of rows back from the director, producer, and head of the music department, waiting. Every one of them (aside from Simon and Jeanette, who had both managed to disappear when they were supposed to put their names on the list and reappear after a couple of minutes with smug looks) had sung their two bits and read a monologue for the caster's benefit. It was almost seven thirty, and a few groups had been held back for duets, which Alvin had grunted under his breath was probably just for the director's own amusement. Brittany had kicked him in the shin before adding that it probably just meant they were more than likely going to be cast as the leads. Every one else had rolled their eyes.
"I said, next! Alvin Seville, Brittany Miller, get up here!"
"Oh, that's us!" Brittany gasped, and she dragged Alvin the seven rows down to the stage.
"Ok, we would like the two of you to sing the Elephant Love Medley, here are the lyrics, in case you need them," the music director said, handing them two separate sheets of paper, and marching over to the piano. They began the song, Brittanyacting her usual elusive self, and Alvin chasing after her with such devotion it made Jeanette wonder just how much acting they really were doing.
"You'd think they both would have had enough of silly love songs," Simon remarked to the dark haired chippette as Theodore and Eleanor silently snuck down to the fifth row, sidling up to the director and whispering in his ear.
"I know. But they'll probably get the part, and this is only helping," Jeanette answered.
"I suppose. They'll probably be here for a while," he said, looking at the watch, realizing it wouldn't really help, "do you want to go see if Professor Jin's still in the science lab?"
"Sure. We'll have to come back before they finish though, or Brittany will probably convince Alvin to leave without us," Jeanette said, starting to slide out of the row.
"I doubt he'd need that much convincing," Simon remarked dryly. He smiled when Jeanette giggled.
They managed to make it all the way to the exit sign when a voice spoke up from the front of the auditorium:
"Thank you, now can we please have Simon Seville and Jeanette Miller up here? Quickly, please."
Both chipmunks stopped dead in their tracks and turned to see Alvin and Brittany giving them questioning looks, and Theodore and Eleanor grinning to themselves, the former placing a congratulatory kiss on the latter's cheek. Simon felt the heat rising in his face, and looked over to see Jeanette's equally red cheeks.
"Quickly, please, I'm sure we would all like to be out of here before tomorrow."
Simon glared daggers at Theodore, something he didn't often do, and then turned back to Jeanette.
"Well?" she asked, looking at her shoes.
"Um . . . we don't have to if you don't want to. It's an . . . honest mistake, I'm sure –"
"Oh, I don't mind, not a bit! That is, if you want to," she finished, looking up at Simon with stars in her eyes. He couldn't help it. He had to say yes.
"All right. We'd better get up there before they change their minds."
He had to hurry to keep up with Jeanette, who ran up to the stage. She didn't know why, but she suddenly found that she really did want to try for a good part, and if Simon would sing with her . . . well, it couldn't be all bad, could it? They clambered up onto the stage, and the director looked at them very sternly as the music director handed them each a piece of paper.
"You'll be singing Come What May, the condenced version, seeing as it's getting late. You both know the tune, don't you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at Simon.
"Oh, yes, I – we know the tune," Simon said quickly at the fervent look Jeanette threw his way. He only knew some of it really, having been fixing dinner what that specific number had come on the TV, but he was sure he'd be able to catch on.
"All right, and one, two, three, four, one, two, three, four," the lady counted them in as she started to play. Simon waited four more beats as the piano plunked along. He looked at the sheet of paper.
"Never knew . . . I could feel like this. Like I've never seen the sky . . . before," Simon began, very softly.
"Louder, please!"
"Want to vanish, inside your kiss . . . and every day I love you, more . . . and more," he sang, just a little louder, looking at Jeanette, who took a breath.
"Suddenly the world seems like such a perfect place . . . suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace . . ." Simon stared. She sounded beautiful. Perfect. He knew she'd get the part, even if he ended up working the tech booth.
"Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste," they both sang, and Simon petered off as Jeanette sang, "It all revolves around you . . ." and she looked up and smiled at him, taking a step closer, and he did as well.
"And there's no mountain, too high! No river too wide! Sing out this song, and I'll be there . . . by your side. Storm clouds may gather, and stars may collide!"
A beat went by, and Simon missed his words, but the music director wrapped back around.
". . . but I love you . . ." to Simon it sounded very quiet, and he looked away as Jeanette echoed, ". . . I love you . . ."
"Until the end of time . . ." "The end of time . . ."
"Come what may! Come what may!" Simon looked at Jeanette, and they both sang as loud as they could, "I will love you . . . until my dying day!" The song finished, they both looked away from each other, blushing furiously and plotting revenge against their siblings, who were applauding like mad.
"Thank you, that was wonderful! We'll get back to everyone tomorrow before fifth period. Thank you all for coming," the director commented, and began to usher people from the auditorium. Simon jumped down and helped Jeanette off the stage, as their siblings swamped them.
"Jeez, Simon, why didn't you tell me you sounded so good solo? I woulda let you have your own number on that album we just finished recording!" Alvin remarked, slapping his older brother on the back and causing Simon's glasses to slip down his nose.
"Jeanette that was beautiful! You shall most definitely get the part of Satine," Eleanor said, hugging her sister.
"If I don't, of course."
"Brittany!"
"All right, all right! Let's just get out of here and get some dinner, already! I'm starving!" the red headed chippette remarked casually, heading for the exit.
"Oh boy," Alvin groaned, slapping his forehead. No doubt he would be going home with an empty wallet.
"Great job, Simon," Theodore winked at Simon, and then he and Eleanor followed Alvin, giggling to themselves in a manner that made Simon wonder.
"You um . . . you sounded really well, Jeanette," he said shyly as they followed the others up the walkway.
"You didn't sound too bad yourself," Jeanette responded, looking anywhere but at Simon, who was doing likewise.
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