Everybody had vocal performances and now it was time for the reading, for the acting because of course it wasn't all about the voice, it was about the acting too, if they could portray the role that they're auditioning for. They'd narrowed it down now to four people, Santana, Sebastian, Rachel and Blaine for the roles of Satine and Christian. Coach Beast, Miss Pillsbury and Artie were sitting in the same positions earlier, Artie leaned forward towards the microphone on the stage.
"Okay," Artie spoke into the microphone, "I want both the Satine's to come onto the stage."
Both Santana and Rachel were standing backstage, Rachel glanced to the side to look at her, Santana too glanced to the side to look at her, but as soon as she looked at Rachel, Rachel raised her nose up into the air and faced the stage before taking her steps towards the centre of the stage. Santana shook her head with anger and strutted onto the stage not far from her.
"You know you guys have to read the same monologue," Coach Beast spoke through the microphone, "Right?"
"Oh yeah," Rachel said quickly, "I've prepared for it and I'm gonna show you that I should be your choice for Satine, because of course, I want to go to Nyada and perform on Broadway."
"Don't we all know it," Artie muttered under his breath.
"Santana," Miss Pillsbury spoke through the microphone, "Would you like to go first?"
"Can't I go first?" Rachel asked, "I mean, I would rather go first because then I have set the bar for the performance for Santana."
"A bar that I'll quite easily smash," Santana inform her, "You know, you're right, you should go first. I would like to see you go first."
"Okay," Miss Pillsbury spoke into the microphone, "Rachel, you go first. Artie, would you read the lines of the Duke, please."
"Gladly," Artie nodded. He looked down at the script in front of him. "This ending will be re-written, with the Cortisone choosing the Maharaja. And without the lovers secret song. It will be rehearsed in the morning ready for opening tomorrow evening."
"But my dear Duke," Coach Beast read from the script, "That would merely be impossible."
"Harold," Rachel acted, "Uh, the poor Duke is being treated appallingly. The silly little writers allow their imagination run away with them." She short laughed, "Why don't you and I...have a little supper...and then afterwards...we can let Monsieur Zidler know how we prefer the story to end, hmm?"
"Thank you, Rachel," Miss Pillsbury spoke into the microphone. Rachel smiled smugly at Santana before smiling sweetly at the judges in the audience. Santana rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out with disgust. "Santana," Miss Pillsbury spoke, "Would you like to perform your part?"
"Sure," Santana replied, "When you're ready, Artie."
"This ending will be re-written, with the Cortisone choosing the Maharaja." Artie read from the script, "And without the lovers secret song. It will be rehearsed in the morning ready for opening tomorrow evening."
"But my dear Duke," Coach Beast read from the script, "That would merely be impossible."
"Harold," Santana acted, "Uh, the poor Duke is being treated appallingly." She walked towards the front of the stage slowly, "The silly little writers allow their imagination run away with them." She short laughed, "Why don't you and I...have a little supper...and then afterwards...we can let Monsieur Zidler know how we prefer the story to end, hmm?"
"Mm," The directors agreed and nodded at one another, "Thank you the both of you. If you would just wait at the side and allow the boys to perform, and then we'll have you perform with one another."
They both nodded at the directors in the audience and walked to the side where both Blaine and Sebastian were standing. They both finally reached the wings and turned to face the stage, Santana glanced over to Rachel who wouldn't make eye contact with her. Santana rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"You know," Santana shot at her, "You can look at me, it's not gonna affect your performance, you've already done it."
"I don't look in the eye of the competition," Rachel shot back at her, "And by the way, I killed it out there."
"Whatever," she muttered as she rolled her eyes with disgust.
"Sebastian and Blaine," Artie spoke through the microphone, "Would you please come onto the stage."
With that, both Sebastian and Blaine walked onto the stage where Blaine stood to the right of the centre stage and Sebastian stood to the left of the centre stage. They both looked up at the audience where the directors were sitting.
"Blaine," Miss Pillsbury spoke through the microphone, "Would you like to read your monologue first, please."
"Yeah, sure," Blaine nodded. He took a deep breath. "The Moulin Rouge," Blaine acted, "A nightclub, a dance hall and a bordello. Ruled over by Harold Zidler. A kingdom of nightmare pleasures. Where the rich and powerful come to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld. And the most beautiful of all these was the woman I loved, Satine, a courtesan. She sold her love to men. They call her the 'Sparkling Diamond', and she was the star..." He paused, "Of the Moulin Rouge. The woman I loved is..." He paused and glanced to the side, "Dead," he whispered loudly.
The directors in the audience clapped their hands together from his performance. Artie leaned towards the microphone. "Thank you, Blaine," Artie spoke, "That was great. Now, Sebastian, can you perform the same monologue, please."
"Sure," Sebastian nodded. He took a deep breath himself and took a step towards the front of the stage. "The Moulin Rouge," Sebastian acted, "A nightclub, a dance hall and a bordello. Ruled over by Harold Zidler. A kingdom of nightmare pleasures. Where the rich and powerful come to play with the young and beautiful creatures of the underworld. And the most beautiful of all these was the woman I loved, Satine, a courtesan. She sold her love to men. They call her the 'Sparkling Diamond', and she was the star..." He paused, "Of the Moulin Rouge. The woman I loved is..." He paused and glanced to the side, "Dead," he whispered loudly and sadly whilst closing his eyes and turning his head to the side.
And again the directors in the audience clapped their hands together from his performance. "Well done too, Sebastian," Coach Beast spoke, "You two both did a wonderful performance. Would the two Satine's please come onto the stage, please."
Both Santana and Rachel walked onto the stage and stood between both Sebastian and Blaine centre stage. They looked up at the directors in the audience and smiled small at them.
"We all decided that we want to pair you up," Miss Pillsbury spoke into the microphone, "We've done it by random and we have paired both Blaine and Rachel up together, and Sebastian and Santana together."
"Thank god for that," Rachel muttered to herself.
"So," Miss Pillsbury said, "Blaine and Rachel you two performance first and then when you've finished then Sebastian and Santana will perform."
Both Santana and Sebastian walked off stage together and turned at the same time to face the stage. Santana folded her arms across her chest and glanced at him.
"I had to be put with you, didn't I?" She groaned, "What were they thinking?"
"Maybe our voices match one another," he implied, "Maybe our acting skills are exactly the same. Maybe we're just the better performers." He shrugged, "Just saying."
"Don't you think it'll be a bit weird if we get the part together?" She asked him, "I mean, after the whole summer thing and because you still have feelings for me?"
"It's acting, Santana," he told her as he looked at her, "We're gonna be acting out there, it's not real life. And I get it, you're with Puck now."
"So," she asked him, "You're finally okay with us being together now?"
"I never said that," he replied, "I'll never be okay with it because I'll always have feelings for you however, you're happy and to me, your happiness means more to me than my own."
"Thank you," she smiled small.
"Just telling the truth," he shrugged before they both looked at the stage to watch the performance of Rachel and Blaine.
Both Blaine and Rachel had done their performances, the directors in the audience clapped their hands together. Both Rachel and Blaine then smiled at the audience before exiting to the wings where Santana and Sebastian had been standing.
"Well," Artie muttered to Miss Pillsbury and Coach Beast, "That was a little bit awkward."
"Was it just me," Coach Beast asked, "Or did that feel as if there was no chemistry?"
"There wasn't any," Artie responded and cleared his throat, "Any, you know, sexual tension between them?"
"None what's so ever," Coach Beast replied, "But we still have to give them a chance."
"Let's just see how the next two perform," Miss Pillsbury responded, "And then we'll make our decision about who we're gonna be choosing for the roles."
"Sebastian and Santana," Artie spoke into the microphone, "Please, come onto the stage."
They both took a deep breath before stepping onto the stage. They both walked onto centre stage and looked up into the audience where the directors of the play were sitting.
"When you're ready," Miss Pillsbury spoke into the microphone.
Sebastian took a step to the front of the stage on a slight angle with his back to her. Santana rushed towards him with acting as if she was crying, he turned around quickly to face her with a worried look on his face. She rushed over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck with her face turning towards the audience.
"I couldn't do it," she cried, "I couldn't go through with it." She pulled away from him and placed her hands on his cheeks and looked deeply into his eyes, "I saw you there and I felt terribly. I couldn't pretend anymore." She removed her hands and stepped away from him. "And the Duke he saw, he saw." She took a step towards him again and wrapped her arms around him again, "Christian, I love you," she whispered loudly and emotionally.
"It's okay," he told her softly as he had his arms wrapped around her.
"And I couldn't do it," she cried, "I didn't want to pretend anymore. I don't want to lie." She pulled away from him slightly and cupped his cheeks softly, "And he knows! He knows, he saw."
"You're right," he told her, "You don't have to pretend anymore." She looked away from him and looked back at him, "We'll leave. We'll leave tonight."
"Leave?" She asked him with confusion, "But-what—the show?"
"I don't care," he says to her softly, "I don't care about the show." He cupped her cheeks and looked into her eyes, "We love each other," he whispered loudly, "And that's all that matters."
"Yes," she smiled, "Yes, as long as we have each other."
The directors in the audience clapped their hands together, both Santana and Sebastian took a step away from one another and turning to face the audience.
"Well done," Coach Beast spoke into the microphone, "Very well done the both of you. You can all leave as we make our decision."
They both nodded at the audience before leaving to the wings and leaving the auditorium with the rest of them. Artie glanced at the both of them before throwing his pen down onto the table.
"Well, if you ask me," Artie says, "There was much more sexual tension and chemistry between the two of them than the other two."
"It was as if they were together," Miss Pillsbury responded.
"I think we've just found out leads," Coach Beast informed them.
"But what about Rachel?" Artie asked, "She's always the lead role in all of the school musicals."
"Not this time," Coach Beast says, "I'm afraid that this year, it's not the year for Rachel Berry for the lead."