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A/N- Hey! Completely disappointing number of reviews. I'm not going to threaten to stop writing but if I don't get more reviews I will write excruciatingly slowly. Fear my evil! Muhahaha!

Chapter 2

Students buzzed around the auditorium of Thompson High School fighting and yelling to be the first ones to get their names down on the try out list. The drama crew sat on the ledge of the stage watching the scene with detached amusement.

"Remind me why I'm doing this again?" I asked Kit after being kicked in the shin by a small freshmen for daring to stand to close to the list.

Kit dodged a particularly enthusiastic group of sophomore girls who had resorted to clawing to make it to the front of the line, "Because you love me, your adorable best friend, Kit."

I shot him a look that made it clear that I now loved him significantly less than I did a mere hour ago.

"Wait here. I'll go put our names on the list." Kit said, ignoring the look and disappearing into the crowd.

I turned my back on the crowd and went to sit in the third row of theatre style seats (you know, the ones where the bottom flips up when their not being sat on and you can never put your bag on because it'll snap up and be trapped in between the seat and the back rest) leaning back and shutting my eyes.

The seat to the left of me creaked suddenly with the wait of another person, "You must be new."

I creaked one eye open to check out the person sitting next to me. He was a boy, about my age, around six feet and had dark brown hair. He was smiling at me, obviously expecting a response of some kind.

Apparently a response wasn't as necessary as I thought it would be seeing as he just kept on talking, "You see, I know you're new cause I definitely would have noticed somebody like you around before."

I snorted at the cheesy pick up line and sat up looking at him fully.

"Ricky Chan is the name," he said, and offered a hand to me.

"I know," I said and ignored the hand.

He seemed a little thrown by this, "You do? I don't believe we've ever met?"

He might not remember me but I certainly did remember him. We had history together in my freshmen year. He was among the group of popular kids who used to make fun of me for hanging out with a younger guy.

I opted not to tell him this, instead I just said, "We had history together freshman year. Mr. Charles class, remember?"

"Of course. Now I remember." he lied.

Kit fought his way back through the crowd before appearing in front of me, looking decidedly worse for wear.

"We're on the list." he said before he caught sight of Ricky.

I could tell that he remembered him too but like me was to polite to bring it up.

"Kit, this is Ricky. Ricky, Kit." I said, making all the necessary introductions and watching as they shook hands.

Half way through the shake I watched as Kit caught sight of Vivian in a group of junior girls. He excused himself and made his way over to her.

I watched Kit as Ricky started to ramble on about various plays he had been in. Vivian turned around to face Kit after he came up behind her and said hello. The group of girls she was talking with quickly dispersed.

A disturbing feeling started to settle deep in my gut as Kit and Vivian struck up a conversation. Kit said something, and Vivian threw her head back and laughed, flirtatiously touching his arm. Kit subtly turned red under his naturally tan skin.

There was a pause in the rambling Ricky was doing and I realized he had probably asked me a question.

"I'm Sorry, what?" I asked cluelessly.

"I asked if that guy you just introduced me to is your boyfriend?"

"Huh?" I asked intelligently.

"I asked if that guy was your boyfriend?" he said slowly, as if speaking to a small retarded child.

"No," I said quickly.

Perhaps it was too quickly because one of his dark eyebrows shot up and hovered for a moment before settling back down. Luckily for me the try outs started at that time, so he didn't have time to push the subject.

"Abbott, Jamie?" Mr. Guyner shouted over the auditorium.

A frightened looking freshmen stepped up to the stage and try outs began.

This is my overall understanding of A Midsummer's Night Dream. There's this chick named Hermia who's father wants her to marry this dude named Demetrius. But Hermia is in love with another guy named Lysander.

Demetrius used to be engaged to a childhood friend of Hermia's before he met Hermia. This chick's name was Helena. Helena still has it bad for Demetrius and follows him around like a kicked puppy dog no matter how much he tells her he's not interested.

Hermia plans to escape with Lysander so they can be together and they run off into the forest. Helena catches whiff of this plan and tells Demetrius in hopes that this will make him love her. No such luck, however.

Demetrius runs into the forest after them, Helena hot on his heels. In the forest there are a group of mischievous fairies. One fairy, Puck, accidentally makes both men fall in love with Helena by spreading a magic ointment over their eye lids while they're sleeping that makes them fall in love with the first person they see upon waking.

When Hermia sees this she challenges Helena to a fight but eventually the whole thing is fixed and Hermia marries Lysander and Demetrius falls in love with Helena again and they all have a group wedding.

Forty excruciatingly long minutes pass before my name is called.

"Callahan, Nita?"

I dragged myself out of my chair and trudged up to the stage and awaited directions from Mr. Guyner.

"You'll be reading with Ricky. Page thirty two, you can read for Helena. Ricky, you read for Demetrius. It's when Helena follows him into the forest. Go!" Mr. Guyner sinks back into his chair and warily runs a hand over his eyes.

Ricky reached out his hand to help me up onto the stage and grinned at me. I just rolled my eyes at him, found the page, and started reading.

"You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;But yet you draw not iron, for my heartIs true as steel: leave you your power to draw,And I shall have no power to follow you."

Ricky's voice then rang over the auditorium, "Do I entice you? do I speak you fair?Or, rather, do I not in plainest truthTell you, I do not, nor I cannot love you?"

"And even for that do I love you the more.I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,Unworthy as I am, to follow worser place can I beg in your love,--And yet a place of high respect with me,--Than to be used as you use your dog?" I replied, with a plead in my voice.

"Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit;For I am sick when I do look on thee." Ricky responded with a sneer.

"And I am sick when I look not on you." I said, and the scene goes on from there.

Basically the gist of it is Helena is declaring her love for Demetrius and he's shooting her down badly.

"Thank you! That'll do!" Mr. Guyner called out.

I waited another thirty minutes for Kit to go up and do his part. He read the part of Lysander with Hermia being played by Vivian. I bet he just loved that.

It was a full hour later when try outs were dismissed and I leaned against a locker in front of the auditorium and waited for Kit to file out with the rest of the crowd.

Ricky caught sight of me as he left and threw me a wink on his way out into the parking lot, "See you at rehearsals, Callahan."

I ignored him and kept on looking for Kit. Like there was any chance at all I actually got a part. Maybe of servant girl number five or something. But the chances of me getting a role with more then three lines were slim to none. I was no actress.

A/N- I'm trying to make all the Shakespeare as little confusing as possible. Include any questions you might have involving the play in the review you're so obviously going to write and I'll answer on my next post. If you're having trouble understanding the plot look on spark notes, they explain the whole thing much better then I could.

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