Another long chapter done! This didn't take nearly as long as the last one, but this past week I've been super busy with school! At least this next week is spring break, which means I can keep up with chapters! A second reason why I haven't been updating this story is that I've been planning both Legend Part 2 and an upcoming Merome fanfic called Kingdoms Lost, which I'll update you about when the time comes. Just to let you know, the video last Thursday was never recorded, so this means that you still have a chance to be in it!
Enjoy the chapter! A few more OC's arrive... one may get a little on your nerves... he got on mine while I was writing the character's personality and stuff...
Ray POV
A week past since the tour bus incident. Of course I was still shaken up, but I think it was worse for Preston, knowing that he was also being targeted. I hoped that he wasn't in danger during any of my rehearsal and stayed close to either Rouge or Team Crafted just in case. I trusted Rouge ever since she told me a secret about herself. No, I'm not telling anyone's secrets… yet. Not unless they want me to.
The theater for Hit List rehearsals ended up being inside of a small local theater in Burbank, not too far from the Team Crafted house. Clara lived twenty minutes away from me, so we planned for her to drive to me, and carpool with me to the theater. Didn't feel like a bad plan. Manageable.
"This is actually happening! Being cast as the main parts in a musical totally makes up for the tour bus!" Clara jumped for joy in the passenger seat of my car as I parked it in the lot. We hadn't talked much since last week, but it seemed like she seemed happier when she was around me.
"I wonder who we'll be working with," I commented. Then I heard a loud mass of high-pitched screams. Clara and I covered our ears from the stinging pain. We looked around the parking lot for the location of the screams. As we ran to the entrance of the theater, Clara and I spotted around four dozen girls surrounding a young man.
"Scott!" "Scott!" "OMG it's Scott Teich!" "You're amazing!" "Marry me!" The girls shouted, all attempting to get closer to the man by pushing past the others.
"Ladies, ladies!" he yelled over the enthusiastic shouts in a slight German accent, "Calm down! I have a musical to rehearse for!"
"I'm coming to all of the Hit List shows just because of you, Scottie!" one of the fangirls screamed.
"Well thank you, ladies," the man, who I figured out was Scott from his name being shouted everywhere, told his fans. Glancing around, he noticed Clara and I giving him awkward stares from a few feet away. He winked at me, forcing me to cringe back "But I must be on my way. My co-star is here."
"Scott! Who's your co-star?!" "Yeah, who's playing Amanda?!" Everyone seemed to want information, but Scott only chuckled.
"If you would only let me through, I could tell you."
At this instance, the fangirls instantly split, letting Scott easily walk past them and into my sight of vision. He had silky black hair that partially draped over his dark sunglasses and down the middle of his neck. His skin color looked to be naturally pale but covered by a nicely done tan over his whole body. The first thing I noticed about his wardrobe was the obscurity of his color choices. With a red and white striped tank top, saggy blue jeans, and green converse, I questioned why these girls were so obsessed with everything he did. At least the girls who followed Mitch around weren't completely stupid. Mitch was actually good looking. It's not like Scott wasn't… but obviously not my type.
The girls gaped as Scott walked over to Clara and I. I gave my friend a glance before being asked. "And you are?"
I snapped my head towards the man, whose grin gave me chills down my back, "Are you talking to me?"
"Yes," he laughed, "I am."
"Um… I'm Rachael…" As soon as I begun to say my last name, Scott took my hand and twirled me around like a prom date does during a dance. I stopped dead still after the spin before grasping onto Clara's arm. She wrapped her arm around my back, giving Scott evil glares.
"Please don't do that again," I whispered, doing my best not to look him in the eye.
He shook Clara's available hand, although looking straight at me, ignoring my friend. She groaned after he released his hand, and wiped her own along the leg of her pants. "My name is Scott Teich, German idol and superstar. The producers of Hit List hired me for one of their main roles. It looks good on my records if I perform in America, so why not try this job? My sister is also the stage manager, so she got me in."
"Are you trying to flirt with my friend?" Clara questioned out of the moment.
"No…" Scott chuckled, "All girls love me."
I finally lifted my head from Clara's arm, and took in a deep breath. Taking one second to shake my head so Scott would notice, I stomped away. Clara growled and followed me inside of the theater.
"Wait, Rachael! What did I do wrong?!" Scott demanded. I could hear the loud noises his shoes made as he hurried down the hallways into the main theater where the cast was supposed to meet up. I drew all my attention away from the German idol and superstar to focus on getting where I needed to go. Clara seemed to do the same.
I walked through the door into the auditorium, Clara by my side. As we took our seats in the front, the man in the black suit appeared, announcing, "We will be starting first run-through in twenty minutes time!" After that, he left the stage.
"Ray? Ray Hughes?" Realizing this was a different voice than Scott, I perked up, searching the audience for who could've called out my name. I finally spotted a familiar face walking over to our seats. "Hi. It's Dan."
I gasped, realizing who the face belonged to. After standing up, I gave Dan a small hug, "Oh! Yeah, that's right! I'm sorry I didn't recognize you back in class! You're CavemanFilms! I used to watch you when I first started playing Minecraft. I have to say… you were the second Youtuber I had ever seen… after Sky… and even before Mitch himself… Don't tell him I said that…"
"I won't," Dan laughed, creating a giant smile on his face, "But I'm glad you told me."
"So why are you here?"
"I booked a role. I'm playing Nick, Jesse's best friend."
I leaned in to whisper in his ear. "And Jesse is supposed to be my love interest, right?"
"Yeah," he whispered back, "Don't tell them that you didn't read the rest of the script."
"As long as you don't tell them first." Dan burst out laughing at my request, and I giggled along.
"Hey," Clara asked, glancing up at Dan and I, "Who's playing Jesse?"
"If it's that Scott guy, I'm considering leaving the production," I rolled my eyes.
"Don't." Dan placed his hand on my shoulder, "We need you here. You've got an amazing talent."
"Thanks," I smirked.
Clara, Dan, and I heard a man's voice singing from outside the auditorium with an acoustic guitar for backup (Watch Cibseption's cover of "Say Something," cause it's what I'm basing this off of), "And I will swallow my pride
You're the one that I love
And I'm saying goodbye…"
"Whoa. Who's that?" Clara questioned, glancing towards the door we entered from only a few minutes ago. I shrugged, walking towards the door. There was nothing better to do, why not check out the singer in the hallway. He probably wanted to be alone…
"Wait up!" Dan raced after me. Clara sighed, stood from her seat and followed Dan and I anyways. I reached the door, opening it a tiny bit to see a young man with shaggy almond brown hair covering part of his eyes strum a mahogany wood guitar. His back sat against the wall, his voice echoing off in the dimness of the hallway.
"Say something, I'm giving up on you
And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
And anywhere I would've followed you… Oh-oh-oh-oh
Say something, I'm giving up on you…
Say something, I'm giving up on you" He strummed the last chord of the song before singing the last note.
I begun clapping on instinct, which caused the man to look up towards me and my friends. his sky blue eyes surrounded by black rectangle-rimmed glasses. He wore a white shirt under a black leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and red converse. This guy definitely had better fashion sense than Scott, that was for sure.
"Hey," the man smiled at us, "I heard you open the door earlier. How'd you like the song?"
"It's great!" Clara responded seconds later. I could see a small pink blush appearing on her cheeks, which usually matched the color of her face. I grinned, knowing that she liked him.
"I'm David Brown." David stretched and leapt from the floor, cracking his knuckles after standing. He picked up his guitar, slipped on a navy blue book bag over his chest and slid his guitar pick into the side of the bag. "You may think I look like one of those hippies, but I…"
"You played Danny in the Grease revival!" Dan shouted, a bit too excited.
David chuckled, "How'd you know that?"
"I went to one of your shows in LA a few months ago before the play closed again."
"That was actually the final show of the season. They're replacing me with another guy, but it's okay, cause I got the job here. And I'm actually able to grow out my hair again. The producers are allowing it."
"So you're in the cast?" Clara queried, "Which part are you?"
"Jesse."
I sighed, with newfound hope that Scott wasn't my main co-star.
David continued, looking towards us with a gleaming friendly smile, "Are you in the cast as well?"
"Yeah!" Clara replied, "I'm playing the Diva…" She pointed to Dan, to my right side, "He's Nick…"
"Real name's Dan," Dan piped in, interrupting Clara. Surprisingly, it didn't catch my friend attention that she had been stopped mid-sentence.
Finally, Clara turned to me, who was stuck in the middle of the trio, "And that's Amanda. Her actual name is Rachael, but you can call her Ray."
"You're very talkative, aren't you?" David questioned, laughing along with Clara.
"All cast report to the auditorium for read-through!" another voice called out.
"That's our cue," David took the lead in walking back through the door into the theater. Clara exhaled, smiling as he left. She hurried back inside, leaving Dan and I.
"I'm gonna… head inside," Dan told me.
"Okay," I responded, "I'll be there in a second." Truth is, I had remembered a very special occasion. Pulling out my cell phone from my back pocket, I pressed several buttons until I reached the text app. I slid my finger over the messages between Mitch and I. Tapping my fingers against the keyboard to create a new message, I typed in, "Happy 5 month anniversary Mitch. I love you and I always will."
Aw... sweet ending... Next chapter is wedding time! But you're gonna have to guess who's getting married!
Hope you liked the chapter! I should be getting Chapter 18 up soon, as in sometime this week... cause I can't go through spring break without writing another chapter.
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