Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the songs used in this fic.
A/N: AHHHHHHH! So sorry for not updating in a while. School has started and that, plus work, has kept me busy.
BIG THANKS to the following for reviewing: snsw25kr14, smartcookie913, Thorny Hedge, skag trendy, and Jessica, your reviews really made my day.
P.S.: I know this is not the way REAL auditions work (There are callbacks and stuff), but I just wanted to hurry the story along.
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Masquerade
Chapter 4
Masquerade Part II
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"I don't mind trying on someone else
I won't mind seeing just how it felt
I might like changing my disguise
To make you happy"
Ashley Tisdale, "Masquerade"
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Sam stepped into the auditorium to find students filling the first three rows near the stage. There must have been thirty students, more than Sam thought. As he sat down, the drama teacher, Mr. Taylor, stood in front of the students.
"Good afternoon students and welcome to auditions for the fall play. For this year's play, I have chosen 'The Crucible'"
Sam mentally chuckled. Sure, the people who were burned in the witch trials weren't wicthes, but that doesn't mean that none existed.
"As you step onto the stage, I will hand you a monologue to perform from the play. If one of the characters does not have a monologue, I will have two people do a dialogue".
Sam couldn't believe how many times Mr. Taylor asked him to read. At first, Mr. Taylor only called Sam up to read for a minor part, but soon, he was reading for the main role of John Proctor.
At the end, Mr. Taylor told everyone that the cast list would be posted tomorrow. Sam quickly grabbed his things and left, hoping that he could make it home early enough so Dean wouldn't suspect anything. But Sam was also jumping inside, secretly hoping he would get to be in the play, no matter what part was chosen for him. At the beginning of the school year, his counselor told him that colleges like students who are well rounded in education. She also insisted he take part in a couple of the drama productions, telling him they would look really well on his transcript. But underneath all of the educational reasons, Sam just wanted to do something normal. Something to escape his un-ordinary life. Something where he could....
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"Have fun?"
Sam's head snapped up at Dean's question. The boys were having dinner (microwave dinners) on another dad-less night. Sam was actually happy John wasn't there for fear of being yelled at for having even thought of auditioning for the school play.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Did you have fun at your study group or whatever you nerds did?" Dean asked, smirking.
"Yeah, I did. Why do you want to know? Are you interested in joining us?"
"Never in a million years, Sammy. Just keep dreaming". Dean said, throwing his plastic dinner tray away just as the doorbell rang. As Sam finished his dinner and threw his tray away, Dean came back into the room.
"Hey, I'll be back. The guys and I are going to go to the movies. Remember lock the doors and if it's an emergency, call me, let it ring once, hang up and call again".
But an emergency was far from Sam's mind as he watched his brother leave. It was that sitting on the coffee table in the living room was the movie they were supposed to watch that night. Did Dean forget every Monday was their "Movie night"?
Sam wanted to run after Dean and beat him to death. But instead, he went to his room and started on is homework. Then, at nine o'clock, he walked into the living room, put the movie in and sat on the sofa, alone.
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As Dean opened the door, the first thing he heard was noise from the TV.
'Damn, did Sam leave the TV on again' he thought to himself. But as he made his way to the living room, he realized what was playing. It was the movie they were supposed to watch tonight. How could he have been so stupid? If that wasn't heart breaking enough, seeing his little brother asleep on the couch was even worse. Knowing that Sam still watched it was something that tore Dean's heart to pieces.
'I'm so sorry Sammy' he thought, as he brought a blanket into the living room, draped it over his brother and went to bed
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Sam walked around school the next day feeling odd. He had gotten the role of John Proctor, the lead male in the school play. But how? He was the new kid and those kinds never get the lead role. However he got it, Sam was just happy. There was only one thing standing in the way: keeping it a secret from Dean and their dad.
A/N: Sorry for the quick ending, but I didn't want to end it with Dean's ending. I very rarely will go to Dean's P.O.V., but the reason I did it here was to show that Dean did forget it was movie night and his feelings about it.
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