Here is the long awated second chapter. Yes im quite aware how much i suck. Being that i started this a year ago i basically fail. But despite that i hope that you all forgive me and read this! i will do my very best to update much more! so without further ado, chapter 2! (haha that rhymed!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot
The events that occurred earlier that morning spiraled into complete chaos in the sanctity of the drama department. Well at least as Courtney saw it. Bridgette became worried when Courtney began to hyper-ventilate during 7th period, about a half an hour before their first practice.
"Court, chill, you're going to pass out if you try running while you're freaking out like this." Bridgette replied while they were stretching during field hockey practice. It was Bridgette's deal with the prep, they decided freshman year. If Bridgette had to do drama club, Courtney had to do field hockey with her before water polo and swim season started for Bridgette. It was great for Courtney; it really helped improve some of her aggression issues, which was always good. Not to mention it was a way for them to bond before school got crazy.
"But Bridgette, I have to kiss...that..that...ogre!" Courtney sighed with her eyes wide with fear and disgust.
"Courtney, come on. It won't be that bad, and besides you can fake it, I mean you're on hell of an actress," Bridgette replied, hoping the flattery would calm her down.
"Is the drama queen still going on about how suckish her life is?" Heather replied walking up to the two.
"Heather, not now," Bridgette's eyes narrowed as she glared at the queen bee.
"Look, I'm just trying to give you another perspective, I mean Duncan's no loser. He's a football player and totally hot." Heather pointed to the football field where he and the rest of his clan were practicing. "And he's one hell of a kisser, I should know." Heather replied with a smirk.
"That's not surprising," Bridgette mumbled rolling her eyes. Heather glared at her, then returned to Courtney.
"See, he's number 40, over there with Geoff,"
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"So are you really gonna stick with the drama thing dude?" Geoff replied as he grabbed one of the water bottles and took a swig.
"I have to, or else I'll fail, then its hello summer school," Duncan rolled his eyes pulling off helmet. "How bout you?"
"Yeah, I mean the people seem chill," Geoff replied.
"and by people, you mean Bridgette, don't you?" DJ smiled as he raised his eyebrow.
"Huh? Um no, I mean yeah she's cool, but uh it's not like I said anything to her yesterday, heck I didn't even realize she was there…" Geoff stammered as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Yes you did, cause you said 'look there's Bridgette,' as soon as we walked into that auditorium." Duncan replied raising his eyebrow.
"Oh yeah" Geoff replied remembering the previous day.
"Dude," DJ replied shaking his head.
"What?" Geoff looked dumbfounded; more so than usual.
"You have it bad" Duncan chuckled
"I do not! Man yeah she's pretty, and smart, and nice and….." Geoff began stammering as the two stared at him, both with smug grins. "Whatever, I'm gonna go run," Geoff grumbled and took off.
"Wow," Duncan replied, watching his blonde friend take off.
"Dude's totally whipped," DJ replied.
"Seriously, ha you will never see me that gaga over some chick," Duncan laughed.
"You never know Dunc, I mean mama always said that love's like a bug on a windshield, you never know it's there until it crashes right into you straight on." DJ explained. Duncan raised his eye at his larger friend.
"That made absolutely no sense at all man." Duncan shook his head.
"It's one of those things where it takes time to understand." DJ replied.
"Anyways…" Duncan was still giving DJ a weird look, "before Romeo got all butt hurt and ran off, I was gonna ask one of you to go over the script with me after school before I have to run lines with Little Miss Perfect in a bit," Duncan replied awkwardly.
"Courtney's not that bad, at least I don't think so," DJ replied.
"Dude have you met the girl? You say one thing wrong and she'll rip your head off. Girl's insane. Every time she speaks she makes me wanna light myself on fire." Duncan replied with shiver.
"At least she's no Heather," DJ replied as he looked over to the other field with the field hockey team practicing. There the two saw Courtney and Heather talking and looking their direction.
"Yeah, but at least Heather's hot," Duncan replied.
"You say that like Courtney's at the same level as Beth," DJ replied, then Duncan shivered.
"Like I was saying before, I'd rather be with a slut than a man-eater," Duncan replied.
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"me may ma mo me may ma mo moo…" Courtney sang as she read through her script. She was sitting alone in the auditorium before rehearsal. She was too engrossed in her lines to notice the door open and someone walk down the aisle to her.
"Hey," a warm voice said.
Courtney looked up and her face gave a slight flush, "Oh hey Trent," She replied nervously.
"Mind if I join you?" Trent asked.
"No, go right ahead," Courtney replied quickly.
"So I heard about your starring role, congrats." Trent replied as he took a seat next to her.
"Yeah, it's great. How about you? Does it bother you about, well, you know." Courtney replied awkwardly.
"What? Oh the casting thing? Not really I mean I was surprised at first, getting the supporting role and everything, but I'm excited. It's an interesting role and I think it will allow me to further grow as an actor." Trent replied.
"So, you're not mad at all?" Courtney raised her eyebrow.
"Hey, Moritz isn't a role to cry about," Trent smiled. "It seems to bother you though,"
"Me?" Courtney looked incredulously, "Why would it bother me?" Courtney squeaked.
"Courtney, despite your knack for acting, you're a terrible liar," Trent raised his eyebrow. Courtney frowned and sighed. "Look don't worry about me, you'll do amazing and that's all that matters."
"You're not the one who has to make out with Duncan Malone on stage," Courtney replied narrowing her eyes at him.
"Right," Trent replied, "well it's only acting, I mean it's not like you'll fall in love after one stage kiss, that's ridiculous." Trent chuckled.
Courtney felt her heart sank. "Great now I'm ridiculous and I still have to kiss that ogre," she thought. "Well whatever, it doesn't really matter anyways," Courtney replied as her face became hot with embarrassment, "see you later, Trent" she finished quickly and grabbed her stuff and rushed out of the theater.
Trent frowned as he watched her run out, "well that was strange," He mumbled as he pulled out his guitar and began fiddling with the strings.
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"Firstly, I want to congratulate everyone who made it into the show. We have quite a cast this semester and I'm excited to get to work on such a meaningful and powerful work of drama," Ms. Holloway smiled and rubbed her hands together as she stood on the stage of the auditorium to a waiting group of teens sitting in the seats. "Now to begin our first rehearsal, we will be stretching and doing breathing exercises. This will be the first thing we do at each rehearsal, and I expect everyone to be ready to begin as soon as that clock hits 2:30 each rehearsal day," Ms. Holloway glared at Duncan, Geoff, and DJ as she said this. "But before that I would like to go over a few rules, first, I will accept no tardiness, unless it is excused reason which I would therefore require a note from a teacher or other authority. Second, unless an excused absence, you must attend each and every practice, meeting and tech day. Thirdly, when you arrive for rehearsal, you will be prepared. So if we are having a dance rehearsal, I expect everyone here in clothes they can move in. Lastly, failure to follow these rules or any others I employ will result in being removed from this production. Now, lets get to work! Courtney, dear, will you lead everyone in our exercises today?" Ms. Holloway smiled as Courtney bounced up in enthusiasm.
"Of course, Ms. Holloway!" Courtney had never been asked to lead warm ups before, so this was a big honor for her. Of course no one else seemed to share her enthusiasm as they climbed up the stairs to the stage.
"Okay," Courtney smiled, "Let's all get into a circle, and start by taking some deep breaths. That's it, in and out," Courtney demonstrated with a deep inhale and exhale.
"That's what she said," Duncan muttered to Geoff. Geoff chuckled in response.
"And what exactly is so funny?" Courtney frowned as she glared to Duncan and Geoff.
"Nothing," Duncan replied with fake innocence.
"Nothing at all, just breathing, just like you said, in and out." Geoff replied, trying to control the urge to laugh again.
Courtney narrowed her eyes at the two, then continued to dictate different warm ups.
Duncan snickered and bumped fists with Geoff as soon as Courtney removed her gaze from the two of them.
"This has to be the stupidest thing I have ever done," Geoff sighed.
"Seriously man," Duncan rolled his eyes and stared at the Prep directing them to look like complete idiots.
"C'mon guys, there's a reason why we have to do this. Its like playing a sport," DJ reasoned.
"That or little miss no-fun just wants us to look as stupid as she does," Duncan replied with a smirk.
"I said grab your left ankle!" Courtney barked as she snapped her head towards Duncan and gave her the iciest of glares.
"Maybe we need a demonstration, Princess." Duncan smirked.
"Ugh! Ms. Holloway!," Courtney turned to the teacher who was busy scribbling down something on a piece of paper. She looked up and eyed the prep. "Duncan and his cronies are being absolutely disruptive!"
"Geez Callahan I was only making a joke," Duncan rolled his eyes.
"It was rude and crass and totally uncalled for!" Courtney yelled and stomped her foot as she glared in his general direction.
"I think its time we get a move on with rehearsal," Ms. Holloway sighed, "Now, I didn't announce this before, but I want to assign the boy's and girl's dance captains. These individuals will be doing the choreography for all the numbers in the show under my direction. Now Trent and Heather, I would like you two to do this, you both have had experience in the type of dance I deem appropriate," She looked right at Heather. " So without further ado, can I have you two take your respected groups and work on the following numbers. Trent, you and the boys will be working on The Bitch of Living, in here on the stage, there are chairs backstage. Heather, I would like you to take the girls to the dance room and work on the Reprise of Mama who Bore Me. Now off you go," Ms. Holloway clapped her hands and everyone dispersed.
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"No Bridgette, Leshawna, you two will come in on the left of Courtney, and Gwen you are on the right of Court, and Izzy right behind Gwen." Heather directed the girls. Courtney had to admit, although Heather was a complete and utter bitch, she knew her stuff when it came to dancing. Must have been all the cheer leading. Courtney had a strange sensation as she stood in the center of this group of misfit girls. This was it, Courtney thought, This was her time to be a star.
"Courtney? Hello earth to Courtney!" Heather's sharp voice broke Courtney out of her trance. "I said, move your ass to the front when you start your harmony," Courtney rolled her eyes and walked forward. "Seriously people, lets pay attention."
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"Now, each of you have your solo parts, and when you begin, you're gonna stand up. Owen at your part, you're gonna stand on the chair and sing upwards." Trent explained by standing on his chair.
"Um, Trent? I don't think I'll fit on this chair." Owen laughed nervously.
"Okay well just try it buddy." Trent replied. Owen got on the chair and stood up to mimic Trent's earlier actions, only to hear a crack and fall on the floor with the chair in pieces.
"Clean up in aisle three," Duncan snickered as he lounged in his chair.
"Uh Ms. Holloway?" Trent yelled to the back of the auditorium.
Ms. Holloway sighed and shook her head. This was gonna be a long eight weeks.
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The girls filed into the auditorium after a long two hours. They had barely gotten into practice when Izzy decided to ad lib her dancing and it all went downhill from there. Eventually Heather told them they were all hopeless and stomped out of the room. Trent on the other hand had an easier time with the guys, once they got Owens chair situation squared away. The girls were sitting in the front row waiting to see the first performance of the guy's number.
"Okay, lets see it!" Ms. Holloway clapped excitedly as she took a seat with the girls.
Courtney watched as all the boys took their seats. This is gonna be quite a sight, Courtney thought sarcasticly. The music started and they all watched in silence for the first glimpse of their show.
Moritz (Trent)
God, I dreamed there was an angel
Who could hear me through the wall
As I cried out-like, in Latin
"This is so not life at all
Help me out-out-of this nightmare"
Then I heard her silver call-
She said: "Just give it time, kid
I come to one and all"
Courtney sighed with a smile as she watched the man of her dreams sing. He was like a god, a perfect haired god on the auditorium stage.
Georg (Geoff)
See, each night, it's like fantastic-
Tossing, turning, without rest
'Cause my days at the piano
With my teacher and her breasts;
And the music's like the one thing
I can even get at all
And those breasts!
I mean, God, please
Just let those apples fall
Courtney looked over and Bridgette seemed to be sporting the same glazed expression as she had a few minutes before.
Ernst (
Cody)
See, there's showering in gym class...
Hanschen (
Noah)
Bobby Maler, he's the best
Looks so nasty in those khakis
Ernst
God, my whole life's like some test
Otto (
Owen)
Then there's Marianna Wheelan
As if she'd return my call
Hanschen
It's like just kiss some ass, man
Then you can screw 'em all
[All]
Alllllllll
Melchior
(Duncan)
It's the bitch of living
Courtney's mouth dropped as Duncan stood up and started singing. The neanderthal could actually carry a tune! And it wasn't horrible, in fact it was decently swoonworthy. Stop it Courtney! Duncan Malone is in no way swoonworthy. He was disgusting and vulgar and rude and hott and, wait, no he's gross. Ugh get a hold of yourself Courtney! You're sounding like Heather. She shook her head to be rid of her thoughts.
All
It's the bitch of living
Melchior
And living in your head
[All]
In your head
It's the bitch
Melchior
Of living
And sensing God is dead
"And that's what we got through today," Trent said and ran his hand through his hair.
"That was great boys," Ms. Holloway smiled. "Heather, next time they run that number we'll need to add you into the dance."
"Fantastic," Heather rolled her eyes.
"Okay well, that's it for today, tomorrow we will be working on the vocals My Junk so please go over the song on your CD's and be prepared to sing," Ms. Holloway smiled. "Now, you are all dismissed!"
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~Lo