Juliet is who?
Chapter Six: Auditions
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Gabriella's's POV
I walked into class, pretending to be as cool as a cucumber, when I was really a mess underneath. Hey, I'm not perfect; I get nervous. Especially before an audition. Auditions are always the worst, because you have to make a great first impression.
"Hello, class, let's get down to business. Now, we have some performances to do, if I recall correctly, which I do." Mrs. Darbus said, jarring me out of my worries. "Now, let's start of with… Ah! How about Jason and Syndra? Wonderful!"
Jason walked up to the front of the room, looking very nervous. I felt sorry for him. Poor guy, I've seen him act. Quite frankly, he's not very good. At all.
Syndra started off the scene.
"Oh, Rrrrrrromeo," she said, rolling her r's. "Rrrromeo, wherefore arrrrt thou, Rrrrromeo?!"
I winced, and out my head in my hands. That was terrible! Their act continued, with a lot more 'r' rolling and Jason just barley mumbling his lines.
Mrs. Darbus twitched. "That was… interrr—I mean, interesting. Please sit down." Mrs. Darbus gave herself a slight shake, and called the next couple. "Kelsi and Justine!"
Kelsi and Justine performed fairly well, though Kelsi obviously was not much of a better actress that Jason.
Mrs. Darbus nodded. "Well done. Next we will have… Chad and Rebecca!"
Chad walked to the front of the classroom, with a tall, dark girl trailing behind him. As Rebecca started to read, I made a mental note to ask her to join the drama club. She was a good actress, but she needed some more confidence. I thought that this might be and act worth watching after all.
I was wrong.
As soon as Chad started to read, I saw why he had never been too excited for musicals or plays. He stunk. In fact, he was terrible! He read in a monotone, all the while looking at the floor.
Mrs. Darbus grimaced. "Um, erm, that was… good job, Rebecca." Rebecca smiled. "Next are Ryan and Gabriella."
My stomach suddenly filled with butterflies. Why, oh why, did I have to have stage fright?! Trying to forget about my fear, I got out of my seat and walked to the front of the room. I smiled at Ryan, who was looking as confident as was possible.
I looked at my paper. The words seemed to blur together. I rubbed my eyes, I started to read. It came out as a croak. I slapped my hand over my mouth, already feeling the blush starting to creep up my neck. I cleared my throat, and started again.
"Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?" I said, stuttering slightly. "Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet."
Ryan said his line smoothly. While he said his line, I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. Darn this stage fright.
I delivered my next line almost as well as Ryan, and felt a sense of relief wash over me.
As Ryan and I finished, Mrs. Darbus clapped. "Very good! Bravo! Now, that is the kind of acting I want! Next is, um, Troy and Sharpay!"
I sat down, and breathed a sigh of relief. Good thing that was over. I turned my attention to the front, and watched as Sharpay started off.
I have never seen anyone get into character so fast. I mean, one minute she was Sharpay, and then as soon as she started reading –BAM- she was Juliet. And when Troy started reading, I got scared. There was chemistry between them. Their act was great! I couldn't believe it. They actually looked like two lovers!
A thought occurred to me—what if they were two lovers? What if Troy liked Sharpay, and Sharpay liked Troy? I immediately was jealous. How dare she steal my man?! Not that he was my man… but Taylor said that it was a common-know fact that I liked Troy… something about obvious body language, or something. I slouched in my seat. No fair. Why, oh, why. Did Troy have to like that… that… airhead?! (A/N: OK, I know that Gabriella wouldn't diss Sharpay, but she really likes Troy… yeah, that's it… continuing…)
As their act finished, the class clapped at least twice as loud as they had for Ryan and I. I have to admit, I was a little jealous. Who wouldn't be? I silently abused Sharpay, thinking of every possible thing that would make Troy hate her. This took up the rest of the class, so I was distracted throughout the rest of the presentations.
The next two classes, if possible, went slower than LA had. Lunch was a relief, but that was before I realized that I had to audition. Butterflies immediately went into my stomach, and I cursed my stage fright for the umpteenth time.
"Hey, Gabi," Troy greeted, walking up beside me. "Ready for the auditions?"
"Yeah," I answered, and realized that my voice sounded too cold for a just-friend. "I mean, um, of course!" I said, trying to sound bright and cheery.
Troy looked at me strangely. "Um, OK. Are you alright, Gabi?" He asked in a concerned voice. "You seem a little… off."
I put on a fake smile. "Nope, I'm fine."
Troy shrugged. "Well, if you say so. Come on, let's go to the auditorium." Troy took my hand, and pulled me along. I followed him willingly, hoping that he wouldn't let go of my hand. Sadly, he did, and I realized that we had reached the auditorium.
I noticed that Troy was blushing. "Troy, is anything wrong? You're blushing."
Troy looked down. "Nope, nothing's wrong, I'm just nervous." He mumbled, staring at his feet.
I raised an eyebrow. "OK… let's go sit down. We don't want to miss our turn!"
We sat down, and endured several mediocre acts. I guessed that the real competition was between Troy and I, and Sharpay and Ryan.
After about fifteen minutes, Ryan and Sharpay were called up. I straightened in my seat, and paid attention to my competition.
"Oh, Romeo, Romeo," Sharpay started, "Wherefore art thou, Romeo?" Sharpay was as fabulous (A/N: HA! FABULOUS! Get it?! Fabulous… TheFABMax… hahaha… anywho…) as she had been in the classroom. I fully expected Ryan to live up to those standards, but he surprised me. When he started reading, he got all his lines right, but he didn't have the spark that he used to. His stage presence was off, and he just wasn't great.
I thought about it. Why would Ryan be so off? He wasn't nervous, he had done this dozens of times… no, he must be doing this deliberately. But why?
I shook this thought out of my head when Troy and I were called. Before reading my line, I cleared my throat, just to make sure that I didn't croak again.
"Oh, R-Romeo, R-r-Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?" I said, stuttering. I delivered my next lines without as much stuttering, but I still wasn't as good as I could be. Troy, on the other hand, was great. Fantastic. Super-fantastic-fabulous-o.
I walked out of the gym with a sense of foreboding that stayed with me until I got home.
Who would be Juliet?
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