So the final reupload is now here! Once again, I do not own anything in this, just the season and ideas itself. Everything else belongs to their respective owners.
Day 0, 8:30 AM
Total Drama Act III: Into The Centerstage
Intro
Fresh Ent. Building - Office
It has been roughly nine months since Total Drama Act II: Musical Power ended, and it didn't help as the ratings for both seasons stayed the same.
Don sighed in disappointment as he shut his laptop. Turning to his co-hosts that he's been with for two years, he could see that the disappointment was present within them as well.
"The same?" asked Brea, the writer and one of the hosts for the whole series. "How the hell did both seasons managed to have the same rating?"
"Maybe we went a little bit TOO overboard with Act II. Sure it was a bit more… intense than Act I, but maybe we took it way too far." Chef shrugged, leaning against his office chair. "Especially when it comes to the challenges."
"And that was all thanks to Chris." Brea muttered towards herselff, remembering that time when they went into an abandoned building only to have all sorts of mayhem happening left and right. She sat up and straightened out her blouse. "So, are we still doing Act III or are we cancelling it?"
"What are we going to do about the offer we gave to the veterans if we cancel it?" Blaineley shot at her. "They'll probably file a case of fake hope or a hoax due to us if we take the negative route and end up cancelling it!"
"What about the theater?" Don asked. "I mean, we already decided that we're gonna be doing the season here. But are we seriously leaving the theater be?"
Brea sighed as she ran a hand through the table. "The theater is being renovated. Again. I can't believe how much I'm spending due to all this renovation…"
"Who's gonna be using the theater now?" Chris asked, without putting too much emotion into his question. It was almost as if he didn't care anymore.
Brea rolled her eyes. You could tell that there was a hint of annoyance in them. She flipped her black hair to her back. "It's for the public now. Since we're not using it, might as well give it to the folks there."
"Well, do what you gotta do." Blaineley shrugged as she crossed her arms, until a question popped on her head. "I'm wondering though… who in the staff are returning?"
"Not all the interns are coming back, I think." Don answered as he opened up his laptop yet again. "I think… two or three of them have terminated their contracts while some chose to renew them."
"Just make sure that that one intern is still in jail because we for sure as hell don't need him in any way." Brea scoffed at them, reminiscing those stand-out but awful memories.
"True." Chef gave off a long sigh. "How about the judges? Are any of them coming back?"
Don skimmed through some paperwork with one hand, which were mostly their own copies of previous applications of the judges. "Maybe some of them. I haven't made contact with any of them so I'm not entirely sure about that."
"We're probably gonna need to hire some new judges if that's the case." Chris pointed out.
Chef had a hand jutting his chin. "What about we hire some of the former Total Drama contestants? You know, the ones from Island? Revenge of the Island? Or even Pahkitew? Don, maybe you could get in contact with some of the others from Ridonculous Race!"
Chris shrugged, a bit unsure if he had ever came across that idea at some point. "I have no idea what's happening to them now, or even their whereabouts honestly."
"Now that you mentioned it, me too." Don looked up towards the ceiling. "What about the contestants from Act I?"
"No." Brea quickly shook her head. "We're gonna need them for the next season. I already finalized that."
"Ah, okay. That makes a lot more sense, actually. Thank you for clearing that up." Don politely responded. "Have you guys contacted any of the veterans?"
"Yes." Blaineley answered right after Don asked his question. "They all took the offer and they're willing to compete for this next season."
"That's good, I honestly thought that they would deny it or something." Brea let out a short chuckled. "So are we going to start the audition process? And film the commercial?"
"Most likely." Don answered, and right after that, they all heard a knock from the door. "Looks like those are the producers. It's time to film the commercial then."
Studio
The five hosts stood in position, getting ready for filming for the commercial.
The cameraman cleared his throat as he set his camera into place. "We are rolling in 3… 2… 1… action!"
"Greetings, fellow viewers from all around the globe!" Don stated, giving a lively start to the commercial. "We are-"
"The hosts of the Total Drama Act series!" The five hosts all chortled in unison.
"Due to the success of the preceding seasons of the series," Chris continued.
"Namely Act I: Musical Impact and Act II: Musical Power," Chef followed.
Brea mustered off a rather convincing grin. "The producers, writers, and other staff members are preparing for the production of,"
"Total Drama Act III: Odyssey of Performance!" The five hosts stated together in unison once more.
"Even though both of the previous seasons are more focused towards musicals, we couldn't help but expand into the broader theme of music and performing arts." Blaineley added in the most formal way she could.
"Hence, we decided to name the season, Odyssey of Performance, eliminating the musical title since we're exploring even more aspects of arts and music." Brea followed, who also did so in a formal manner.
"For this season, we will be looking for eighteen fresh new faces who will be competing against each other, joining six of our ace veterans from the recently concluded season, Act II: Musical Power." Don pointed towards the camera. "And who knows, maybe you could be one of our upcoming shooting stars!"
Chris took a slight step forward with a huge smile plastered on his face. "Whether your talents be singing, dancing, acting, rapping, or even have talents that are non-musical related, don't be afraid to try out and audition!"
"So what are you waiting for?" Chef asked in a dramatic manner. "Sign up now, and don't be shy! Because once we have picked the cast, we will officially be seeing you in the big stage, here in,"
"Total Drama Act III: Odyssey of Performance!"
The five hosts gave the camera one final wave of goodbye before the camera fades to black, thus ending the first introduction to yet another season coming ahead.
Day 0, 9:00 AM
Office
The five hosts have returned back to office, having just finished their commercial shooting, not too tired due to it only taking a few takes before it was officially uploaded to YouTube. It will take a little while for it to show on National Television, but hey, better than never.
Don immediately sat in front of the computer and opened it up, only to have loads of audition video tapes that were just recently sent about a few seconds ago.
"Wow, they must have been looking forward for the auditions." Blaineley noticed, as the number of pending audition video tapes kept on increasing. "They better have their application forms ready soon if they want to get in."
Chef sighed a bit, already a bit annoyed by how fast this is going. "We are already getting hundreds of audition tapes, so how are we supposed to view all of them?"
"We have a month before the producers post the final cast list on the website." Brea noted, looking through a bunch of paperwork. "It will definitely take a while but, we just have to be patient and work through all this together."
"Speaking of together…" Chris looked at his fellow co-hosts and sighed. There was a serious look that crept up on his face so the others were starting to feel a tad worried and unsure if this was going to be good news or not. "I have an announcement to make."
Day 0, 8:50 AM
Hallways
This next intro isn't a continuation of the previous intro.
It was obvious as the camera reeled back a bit right after the commercial filming. The five hosts were seen walking in the dimly lit hallways, discussing about the future season in the waterworks.
"So Blaineley," Chef cleared his throat as they all continued to walk to their office, which was pretty far from the studio room. "Tell me about the veterans for this season."
The hostess in red stopped in her tracks, raising an eyebrow at Chef with a look of confusion plastered on her face. "You… you didn't know? Weren't you in the production meeting last week? We discussed the veterans during that time!"
"I left early, remember?" Chef stated with a sigh, wondering how in the glorious world was possible for her not to know about his absence, or in this case, being undertime. "Had to take care of some things."
Blaineley gave him a slow nod, fishing her phone out of her pocket and scrolled down through an enormous chunk of incoming text messages. "Alright then. Let's see… the first veteran to grab the offer was Toxa."
"Hmm… didn't we have the fans vote for the returnees?" Chris asked, somehow not remembering the process they had done for the veteran selection.
"We did." Brea quickly answered. "Of course we need to get permission from the veterans to compete again. If they don't accept it, the veteran status is passed onto the second person in their category who gained the second most votes." She looked on ahead of the hallway. "But in this case, none of them have rejected the offer so everything wasn't too hard to confirm."
"Ah I see…" Chef nodded in understanding. "Sounds like the fans wanted to see some more of Toxa's mischief. I'm actually surprised that she didn't made it too far last season. Honestly, it was pretty obvious that Janice, Sami, or even Beatrice wouldn't make it to the veteran position. Toxa was just on a whole different level compared to them."
"Shouldn't you avoid any comparison though?" Don asked Chef. "Not to toot your own horn here, but that's kind of rude to do so."
"That's just you. It's only the five of us in here so we can have the opportunity to talk whatever the hell we want." Chris shot back.
"Yeah, same here, I don't know." Blaienley added as she continued to search for messages. "Vanessa was the next one to accept the offer. I was wondering why would our viewers pick her for the Mezzo-Soprano veteran."
"Her compared to May, Adala, and Misha… hmm…" Chris jutted a hand on his chin. "They're the least interesting bunch last season."
"Says you." Brea confronted. "That is your opinion. Of course there was a reason why they chose her to be the veteran. Literally any one of them could've been a veteran."
Blaineley narrowed her eyes at the third message she was viewing. "Anyway, Mag is our third veteran."
"...Oh." was all Chris could say.
"The Altos last season were on a different level." Blaineley chuckled. "Arabelle the overconfident chick, Antoinette the center-of-attention, and even Sybil the problem maker."
"Yeah, things should be interesting with Mag around." Brea rubbed her hands together vigorously and narrowed her eyes.
"...Yeah, of course." Blaineley nonchalantly nodded as she skimmed through a fourth message. "Our next veteran is Colin."
"Ah, that overdramatic fellow?" Don pointed out. "Sometimes, I get confused with him and Carter."
"It happens." Brea shrugged, somehow agreeing with his thought. "I get confused with Antoinette and Arabelle as well. Probably because they both start with the same letter."
Chef had a growing smirk on his face. "How do you guys think he'll go through this season considering his behavior back in Act II?"
"I don't know but as long as it stirs up some drama, then I'm good." Chris chuckled.
Blaineley rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Of course you would. Anyway, our fifth veteran is Therion."
Chris sighed, somehow not liking this choice from the fans. "Not very interesting in my opinion. Probably the reason why he was picked is because of that drama he had with those two interns."
The blonde hostess gave him a look of utter confusion. "I thought you said you were good as long as it stirs up some drama. Right?"
The raven haired host chuckled sheepishly, earning him several weirded out looks from his co-hosts. "Yeah, right."
"Anyway, let us move onto our last veteran now, shall we?" Blaineley gave everyone a thrilled look before looking at the sixth message she had pressed. "Ryder is our last veteran."
"Ah, I see." Don nodded. "I thought someone else was the last veteran. But Ryder does seem like a good choice considering what has happened to his game last season."
"Funny how none of his girls made it for the veteran status." Brea chuckled a bit. "I wonder how will he fare out now." She added, giving everyone a smirk. Her hand trailed down her pocket as she pulled out the keys to the office.
The hosts stood by as Brea unlocked the office door with her keys. After letting everyone in, they all went back to their spots before they went out of the office for shooting.
"So what's next in the list?" Chef asked.
Don saw the screen on the computer lit up. "Let's see how much teens are applying for our show."
Day 0, 9:05 AM
Office
"Speaking of together…" Chris looked at his fellow co-hosts and sighed. There was a serious look that crept up on his face so the others were starting to feel a tad worried and unsure if this was going to be good news or not. "I have an announcement to make."
"Oh?" Brea raised an eyebrow. She didn't seemed too surprised at this sudden announcement, as she had a slight feeling in her gut that she knew what this meant.
"I might-"
The door suddenly swung open, much to the surprise of all the hosts in the room.
"What is it, Ms. Dela Rosa?" Brea asked the newly promoted cameraman. There was no reason to not promote the staff's main cameraman, Rosa Dela Rosa, as she was with them through their ups and downs since season one.
"Remember that contestant you interviewed last season?" she stated.
Blaineley widened an eyebrow in confusion. "We interviewed a contestant?"
Don facepalmed, but turned his attention to even more applications and audition tapes they have received. "Yes, we did."
"Did they comply?" Chef asked.
Ms. Dela Rosa gave the chef an affirmative nod. "Yes. In fact, they will be here shortly."
"Fantastic." Blaineley muttered, not even the slightest of enthusiasm hinted in her voice.
Brea however, had an ongoing smirk growing in her face. "Thank you for the announcement, Ms. Dela Rosa." She nodded in approval and this resulted the cameraman leaving the office in a high note.
The hosts all waited and anticipated for who's yet to come.
But Chris sighed as he leaned back on his chair.
Guess his announcement will have to wait.
Day 0, 9:15 AM
Office
Don groaned as he continued to mindlessly scroll down through a bunch of audition tapes. Laziness instantly hit him at that point, as somehow, he did not want to watch these anymore.
"Why do I have to be the one watching these?"
"Because," Brea cleared her throat. "You literally picked some of the best contestants back in Act I."
The host rolled his eyes. "And Act II?"
"The judges chose them." Chef answered, before turning his attention back at the screen in front of Don. "It was on the auditions."
"Well guess what, I'll just be picking a random one right now." Don sighed as he clicked on a random audition tape.
"Let's just watch with him so that he doesn't end up falling asleep on the keyboard." Blaineley suggested as the hosts scooted closer to him, followed by a scoff from Don.
AUDITION #1: Edgar Bradamante
The scene is a dark room with some movie posters in the background, he had some hair covering his face.
"This is useless Clarke, they will not pick me…" said Edgar in a disgruntled tone. He then raises his eyebrows in surprise "What? You're already recording? Ugh! C'mon man, you have to tell me these things. Don't forget to edit it before sending it."
Edgar then clears his throat before talking. "Greetings, My name is Edgar Bradamante, and I want to be part of the next edition of Total Drama Act… I mean, it's obvious because I'm sending this tape, hehehe."
He blushed and recovered his composure. "I want to be part of the show because It's a great chance to nurture my singing skills and test if I have what is needed to pursue a music career. And also to see how far I can go by myself."
"Clarke, did that sound too cheesy? No? Ok then I continue. Don't forget to edit it, or I'll sacrifice your Metallica collection to the ancient ones."
"As part of my tape I want to perform a little piece, this is a fragment of Figaro's Aria from the Barber of Seville by Rossini.
(he Ah, che bel vivere, che bel piacere
Che bel piacere, per un barbiere di qualità, di qualità
Ah, bravo Figaro, bravo, bravissimo, bravo
Lalala-lalala-lalala-la
Fortunatissimo per verità, bravo
Lalala-lalala-lalala-la
Fortunatissimo per verità
Fortunatissimo per verità
Lalalala, lalalalalalalalà then perform a capella a fragment of the song)
"Ehem. I hope it was good enough, I hope to hear of you in the future." Edgar bows looking fiercely at the camera.
Edgar then relaxes and raises an eyebrow. "How was it? Good? Do you really mean it? Ok just edit and send the tape. You will do it? Ok but please don't forget to do it."
The camera then turns off and the tape ends.
The hosts glanced at each other, pretty much speechless before Blaineley decided to speak up.
"He should've edited that last part." She spoke with a slight giggle towards the end.
Chris rolled his eyes. "Well, some people just don't want to, you know, send it late unlike you.'
"Excuse me, I was never late in anything." Blaineley retorted.
Brea cleared her throat upon hearing the two bicker. "For your information Blaineley, you would've been a host back in Act I if you didn't submit your application around a month later!"
"Children, please!" Don spoke, overpowering everyone's voices inside the room. "Let's just continue to watch these until the new host comes in." He added, clicking on another random tape. This time, from a girl.
AUDITION #2: Abigail Bacel
The camera showed a band room, with a few students walking around it. One kid walked up to a locker and opened it up, only to find a girl inside. Next thing he knew, he was barraged with water balloons. "Agh!" he shouted, "what is your deal?"
"You should be less rotten," Abigail responded, popping out from the locker she was hiding in. She then did a small jump and turned to the camera. "I'm gonna audition for Total Drama," she said, "and I want to be able to fix all the lost souls that are over there, like that kid I just nailed in the face with water." She giggled to herself.
"Anyway," she said, bouncing up and down on the edge of her feet, "I have to say something good about myself, right? Well, I can do lots of cool tricks, but between my uh...hold on, there's good stuff about me. Oh! I can throw things really far, um...I'm really photogenic."
"Say something about the competition," the soaked boy snarked at her.
Abigail's eyes lit up. "Oh, of course!" she said in revelation, "I can make sure people like him don't exist anymore, rotten kid."
The boy simply dried his hair off with a towel and chuckled. "She's never going to win, but have fun. I implore you to do that anywhere but here, friend."
"We're still not friends," Abigail muttered.
Don jutted a hand on his chin. "I could've sworn I saw that boy's audition here somewhere…"
Blaineley rolled her eyes. "Don, try not to spend your time finding another audition tape."
"Fine…" he muttered. "But hey, we could use some kind of prankster for the cast. I mean, we never had one in the past two seasons."
"Alec was a close one, though." Chris pointed out. "He just got out early."
"Spoilers." Brea snarled as Don clicked on another audition tape.
AUDITION #3: Fabio Candelori
The tape started by showing a theatre stage, though not a very high quality one. A guy, slightly overweight and wearing a long-sleeved polo shirt, was busy giving his black hair a final touch up, before noticing the working camera
"Cazzo, siamo già in onda?" he exclaimed, before composing himself, smiling at the camera and spreading his arms wide while he walked to center stage.
"Producers of Total Drama, let me bid you welcome on our humble stage." he brought a hand to his chest, bowing slightly. "Allow me to introduce myself: the name's Fabio Candelori, 'amateur' actor and future winner of Total Drama: Act III." the boy chuckled lightly to himself.
"I am aware it may seem quite boastful to already proclaim myself victor in this performance, but allow me to participate, and you shall see, my 'hubrys' is not without merit. One by one, my foes shall fall under my heel." he brought up one of his gloved hands, closing it in a fist, before raising them both to the air.
"And I shall rise to be the star of this play. So, give me the main role I deserve, and I promise you, you shall not be unfulfilled by my performance." he concluded with a theatrical bow, before the tape ended.
"We're getting some theater peeps now and I like that." Brea grinned joyfully.
Blaineley facepalmed. "Not everyone here may be a fan of theater, you know."
"Hey, do I get a say in this?" Chef asked, who was seemingly being quiet throughout the whole ordeal.
"No." Brea answered. "Don't get me wrong, his audition is good and all, but I was lowkey expecting a performance."
"Well, it's best not to expect anything, then." Chris snarked. Don ignored all this as he clicked on the next audition tape.
AUDITION #4: Crystal Smiths
"Crystal, get out of the covers. You need to show your face in order to compete on the show." Vivian said.
"Do I have to?" Crystal said under her bed covers.
"Yes. Come on, nothing bad will happen."
Crystal slowly pulled the bed covers off of her, and it showed a young woman with curly blonde hair with lavender colored eyes, and she was wearing a blue dress, and that was over some jeans and her sneakers. She tried covering her face with her hands, but Vivian came into view and pulled them back.
"Okay Crystal, Introduce yourself."
"Um...h-hi, my name is...Vivian, please I don't know-"
"Come on, it's just talking to a camera. It's not a real person."
Crystal took a deep breath in and out, then began to talk.
"Hi...my name is Crystal...Smiths. Uh...I'm an okay singer-"
"More like an amazing singer."
"Viv!"
"What, it's true."
"Uh...anyways, I also like to paint...even though I'm not very good at it. And I also play Volleyball with my friend Vivian. And...I also-"
"Crystal, you don't need to tell them about...that."
"But what happens-"
"If it happens, it happens. You can't let the fear inside control you. You have to control it."
"But-"
"Crystal, everything is going to be fine. You just have to find people to talk to...just like I found you."
"T-thanks."
"She is somehow giving me the same vibes of May from last season." Brea pointed out.
"I agree." Don nodded. "But somehow, she seems different. Have we had any shy people these past few seasons besides May?"
"Xavier." Chef coughed.
"Oh yeah, right." Chris pointed out. "Now that Chef mentioned it, she gave me more vibes from Xavier than May."
"How about this next one?" Don pointed to another autidion tape and clicked on it.
AUDITION #5: Gustav Dimegate
"Hello!" the muscular boy said, a bright smile sitting on his face as he waved to the camera. He was seated cross-legged on a shoddy looking stage, trying to make sure the camera caught everything it needed to. "I'm Gustav, though I prefer to be called Gus! I'm auditioning for Act III here because I was so excited after watching the first two acts, I just needed to be a part of it. I need the thrill! It's almost as thrilling as when I smell mama cooking her famous oven roasted ham. Mmm, it's delicious. She uses this glaze that I've never quite been able to figure out myself, but I try! I'll never be as good as she is at it, though. Ah, there I go again!"
Suddenly, the boy rose from his seated position to present himself on the stage, facing the camera.
"To assure you that I've got what it takes, here's a brief performance to show my singing and then one for my dancing!"
He cleared his throat loudly, making sure that he was ready to unveil his deep and powerful voice to the camera.
"These are my friends
See how they glisten
See this one shine
How he smiles
In the light
My friend!
My faithful friend!
Speak to me, friend
Whisper, I'll listen
I know, I know
You've been locked
Out of sight
All these years!
Like me, my friend!"
"That was 'My Friends,' a beautiful song from the best musical ever. Sweeney Todd. And for my dancing..."
Without further ado, the boy got to work, moving his body with a strange breakdancing intensity that could be matched by a young professional. He caught himself at each step, only to slip up right in the middle, hitting his elbow hard on the floor, but recovering well and continuing in a massive spin that ended with him on his head. After, he returned to his camera.
"Thanks for giving me the time, I do wish to see you all soon!"
"Ouch." Chris hissed as the boy in the audition tape hit his elbow on the floor. "That must've hurt."
"But he quickly managed to stand back up." Blaineley applauded. "What a professional. I say we take him."
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. Who makes the decisions here, Mildred?" Brea countered, crossing her arms in the process.
"Certainly not you." Blaineley huffed.
"LADIES LADIES LADIES." Don butted in, causing both hostesses to keep their mouths shut. "We absolutely have no time for arguments so please, just hold your horses and get over with this." He said before clicking on a sixth audition tape.
AUDITION #6: Irene Hart
A beautiful brunette sat by a cushion couch inside of an extremely elegant mansion. A somehow evil smirk was seen on her face before clearing her throat, gazing into the camera.
"Good day!" She greets in an icy British accent. "My name is Irene Hart. Your opera queen." She boasts in front of the camera. "Your future winner, so to speak."
She sits up from the couch. "There is no need for me to explain why I should be accepted. However, please do take your time to listen to my audition for your show. I will be singing Habanera, from the opera comique entitled, Carmen. I hope you will all enjoy."
She clears her throat once more as music begins playing in the background.
"L'amour est un oiseau rebelle
Que nul ne peut apprivoiser
Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle
S'il lui convient de refuser
Rien n'y fait, menace ou prière
L'un parle bien, l'autre se tait
Et c'est l'autre que je préfère
Il n'a rien dit mais il me plaît
L'amour, l'amour, l'amour, l'amour
L'amour est enfant de Bohême
Il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi
Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime
Si je t'aime, prends garde à toi
Si tu ne m'aimes pas, si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime
Mais si je t'aime, si je t'aime, prends garde à toi
L'oiseau que tu croyais surprendre
Battit d'aile et s'envola
L'amour est loin, tu peux l'attendre
Tu ne l'attends plus, il est là
Tout autour de toi, vite, vite
Il vient, s'en va, puis il revient
Tu crois le tenir, il t'évite
Tu crois l'éviter, il te tient
L'amour, l'amour, l'amour, l'amour
L'amour est enfant de Bohême
Il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi
Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime
Si je t'aime, prends garde à toi
Si tu ne m'aimes pas, si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime
Mais si je t'aime, si je t'aime, prends garde à toi"
As she hits the final note with her powerful voice, she holds up a fist triumphantly in the air before the video tape ends.
"She may be pretty," Brea began. "But she looks like she has the attitude of an asshole similar to Arabelle from last season."
"And I love it." Blaineley finished. "She'll bring some drama into the table."
"Yeah… she sounds like…" Chris began to think of some past contestants from the previous seasons of the series. "Antoinette and Arabelle. Maybe Amanda from season one too."
"The Triple A threat?" Don laughed as he clicked on another audition tape. "Yeah, she is literally all three of them in a nutshell. Except for maybe the opera part."
AUDITION #7: Jeremy Rose
The camera opens up to Jeremy, sitting at the desk in his room, with orange walls and his bed at the corner of the room. There is also a really big mess in the room with various clothes and posters scattered around the room.
"Well f*k me gently with a chainsaw if it isn't Jeremiah Rose, known better as Jeremy!" He announced cockily, in the third person, as he pointed at himself.
"The biggest star of this time and the best musical actor, yet to be discovered!" He continued but then he sighed.
"Okay... That sounds quite bad and selfish." He commented on his own actions and then looked at the camera with a straight face. "Look! Enough with idiotic introductions! I have the best musical memory of all time. It's like a musical encyclopedia down here" He commented with a smirk as he pointed at his head. "So that's why I think I will be a good person to be on your show."
"I'm also quite a bad boy, you see I forged my father's handwriting in order to write myself an exemption from all lessons during the time I will be on the show." Jeremy said as he proudly showed the forged document to the camera. "Impressive, right?"
"And now, for some example of my talent" Jeremy said as he stood up from his desk and went backwards in order for the camera to show the entirety of him.
"We-heh-heh-heh-heh-helllll...We have our own golden rule here. Whoever has the gold makes the rules." Jeremy announced, now in his role.
"I follow the golden rule." Jeremy sang as he put his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and started moving into the rhythm of the song.
"How can a man resist?" Jeremy continued as he put out his hands, this time holding various amounts of golden coins.
"When gold in his hands!" Jeremy sang as he showcased his hands in front of the camera.
"Let him rule the land..." Jeremy continued and threw the coins into the air.
"WITH AN IRON FIST!" Jeremy sang this verse, angrily and put his fist close to the camera.
"I follow the golden rule." Jeremy continued singing as he did a swing.
"It's either them or me!" Jeremy continued as he first pointed to the left and then at himself.
"The gold that my neighbour..." Jeremy sang and showed the flag of the USA.
"Earns through his labour." Jeremy continued and threw the flag away.
"Is goooold I'll never seeeeeee!" Jeremy sang loudly as he threw another set of coins into the air.
"Who has the gold makes all the rules." Jeremy pointed out as he this time showcased the paper with "regulations" written in the middle.
"So he wins the game, and then the prize for winning?" Jeremy sang as he tore that paper apart.
"MORE GOLD!" Jeremy sang and threw even more coins.
"And the game begins again!" Jeremy continued as he threw his arms into the air.
"Follow the golden rule!" Jeremy sang as he did another swing.
"Boy, don't be such a fool!" After the swing, Jeremy stopped and gestured a "Stop" sign to the camera.
"Damn your stupid charity!" Jeremy sang with raised eyebrows and shrugged.
"We chase our own prosperity!" Jeremy sang as he put both his hands on his chest.
"We..."
"Follow the gold! Follow the gold! Follow the gold! Follow the gold! Follow the gold!" Jeremy continued to sing and with every sentence, he did a swing.
"And rule!" Jeremy sang as he raised his right arm.
"Follow the gold!" Jeremy continued as he pointed at the camera.
"And rule!" Jeremy sang and then raised his left arm.
"Follow the gold!" Jeremy sang as he once again pointed at the camera.
"And ruuuuuuule!"- Jeremy kept the note.
"Follow the gold, gold, gooooooold!" Jeremy kept another note as he closed his eyes and raised both his arms into the air.
"And rule." Jeremy ended and winked to the camera.
Audition ended*
"Wow…" Don was speechless as he struggled to find some words. "He could honestly be a great rival to that Fabio guy from earlier."
"Yeah." Chef nodded in agreement. "I wonder if we'll be seeing more thespians though."
Blaineley let put a quick laugh. "I love how you guys mentioned Rival but never acknowledged him."
"Oh please, Blaine." Brea groaned. "He's more popular than you think."
"Whatever. I would honestly kill to see these two theater loving knuckleheads battle the crap out of each other." The other hostess squealed.
"...Shut the hell up."
AUDITION #8: Marion Lavelle
We open with Marion narrowing her eyes at the camera, with a hand up to her face. "Lea, are you sure my eyeliner's straight? People who work for international TV are about to see this." Marion pouted, stepping back to reveal that she was in a room with a color scheme consisting entirely of polished white and gold.
"For the sixth time Marion, you look fine! Let's just finish this damn audition already!" Lea huffed from behind the camera.
"If you say so..." Marion said warily, adjusting the sleeves of her cardigan. "I just want to make sure that I look my best. Anyways, Greetings. My name is Marion Lavelle and I want to join your next season of Musical Impact. Honestly, I want to join not only for my talents in traditional singing, harp, and... breakdancing; but to help get up close and personal with the commoners." Her face immediately brightened at the thought. "I mean, I just feel like I have nothing to work for, I can just buy it or bribe my way in. But the lesser class they have such... spirit, they have real determination, and befriending people like that would be a dream come true! However I don't want to... freak them out or whatever so I'm gonna act all cool and stuff so-"
"Pssst. Back to the point!" Lea whispered.
"Oh, right..." Marion rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment. "Anyways, I believe I would make an impressive addition to your next season of Musical Impact. Farewell!"
"She definitely gave me some Adala vibes." Chef pointed out. "Not that I'm comparing but it seems interesting at the same time."
"She can breakdance, huh." Don chuckled. "Have we had any breakdancers before?"
Everyone shook their head no.
"She and Gustav could be good additions though." Chef commented. "Teens with talents were kinda lacking last time."
"That's your opinion. Not ours." Brea replied.
AUDITION #9: Julian Sagona
"Yo, is this thing on?" Julian focused the lens of the camera, standing in front of the tripod.
"Boom, baby," he muttered, grinning. Walking back to his black leather couch, the camera had a clear shot of the living room; abstract paintings could be seen hanging on the wall behind the couch, showcasing a modern-esque house interior.
"What's poppin', producers!" he shouted; his voice echoed throughout the empty house. His parents were at work, presumably. "My name's JT, and I got good news for ya'; I'm a talented rapper. And not just a rapper. I can play the trumpet, watch," he pulls a trumpet from under the couch, seemingly out of nowhere as he played the C note.
"Oh, and I could play piano. Two for the price of one, baby. But all that is rudimentary anyways. What matters the most is the big picture, dawg. The genius layering behind the craft. That's the most important. I don't wanna be known as just a rapper, yo. I wanna be known as a visionary capable of fusing different genres. And I got what it takes to achieve such artistic perfection. That's the meaning of greatness. Well, I gotta' go. Pick me, and your ratings will go off the roof, I can assure. You will never see artistic perfection quite like mines. That's all I gotta' say. Peace." He walked to the camera, shutting it off.
"Ooh, a rapper." Brea smirked. "I wonder if he's on the same level as ELV and Carter from last time."
"I'm betting that he is not." Blaineley placed a hand on the desk. "We haven't seen anything from him to judge it so far. Like, how are we able to pick people when they haven't shown their talent on camera compared to a few?"
"Who knows, Blaineley. Maybe they can prove you wrong." Don said.
"Remember Clayton? From Act I? If you've watched it? Yeah, you'll see what we meant." Brea gave her an intense stare.
AUDITION #10: Sara Wong
The static clears up and Sara's face come into view, "uh, hi! I'm Sara I'm 17, I-"
She gets cut off by a loud crash and a woman screaming, "Sara! Another fight!? You are-"
"I'm making an audition video, Linda, so shut it!" Sara snarls.
The woman huffs in the background, "That is Ms Harper to you-"
"Do you really want to flaunt the fact that you're 65 and unmarried?"
"Oh! The only reason I hope you get onto this show is to have some peace around here, even if it will only be for one week!" she snapped.
"If you wanted peace, why become an orphanage director? Who has to take care of kids 24/7?" Sara asked, rhetorically.
Loud footsteps were heard coming towards her, "Oh snap, she's pissed." Sara chuckled, "so, anyway, I think I should be on the show because I wanna show people though I wasn't raised by loving supporting parents and didn't study like normal people, I am just as good as they are. Furthermore, if I do win, I'll make sure part of the money goes to this orphanage to help the kids here, and the rest will probably come in handy in two years when they finally kick me out of this place." Suddenly, a slipper is thrown at her, but she dodges just in time. "Gotta go, before the old bat decides to throw a high heel at me or something, hope to hear back from you soon!"
With that, the screen fades to static.
"What's her deal with that Linda lady?" Blaineley laughed, honestly amused with the audition. "Someone needs to feed her some grapes."
"Yeah, she seemed... too generic." Chris shrugged. "I've seen someone like her before. I don't know how will she fare out in a game like this."
"That's because we don't have a cast yet, you massive idiot." Brea snarled, not wanting to deal with her fellow co-host. "Next audition, please."
AUDITION #11: Orlando La'Ronde
"Wassssssssup! My name is Orlando Kyle La'Ronde and let me tell you I love to party man! I love the chill when your hangin with 6 of your bros and a few of their sisters and you whip out a microphone for karaoke and you nail that damn song. Not only that but I have watched this series since like the beginning of... existence.
But, that's not the only reason I'm here, I'm also here for my late beloved orange sports car of mine. Never forget bro, Never forget. But you know what forget about that! I'm comin' with my choir boy skills to absolutely flame grill the competition."
"Boooooooriiiiiiiing." Chris sighed. "Party and choir do not go in the same sentence for goodness' sake."
"Well, neither did music and horror." Brea laughed, remembering that quote from Pierre last season.
Chris rolled his eyes in annoyance. "That's because we ran into some paranormal shit, mind you."
"And that was all your fault." Blaineley scolded him. "Either way, he seems pretty fun."
"Whatever you say."
AUDITION #12: Tess Walker
The tape opens to Tess sitting calmly lotus style at the edge of a cliff. The sunrise behind her is absolutely breathtaking. An expert painted landscape beside her depicts the very same sunrise. Fresh paint splotches adorn her clothes and face. The camera shakes indicating it was being held by another person.
In the background her tent is set up precariously near the edge of the cliff. As the camera keeps rolling, Tess says nothing and takes it all in. "Uh. Tess. I'm rolling."
Tess jerks suddenly, as if unexpectedly interacting. She busts out a dazzling smile. "Right right right. I forgot."
She playfully face palms as the man behind the camera chuckles. "You would, Tess the Mess."
Her smile widens and there is a playful glint in her eyes. She squints her left eye and wrinkles her noses. "Yeah, I kinda am a mess, huh?"
"We were filming for total drama?"
"Right Right Right. The audition thing. Thanks Trey." She looks at the man behind the camera, presumably Trey, gratefully.
"We just met to today Tess"
She rolls her eyes playfully. "Yeah I know, silly."
"And, we are going our separate ways tomorrow. I'm backpacking to Paris, and your backpacking to.. Where was it again?"
"I'll figure it out tomorrow, Trey." She shakes her head. "We're getting distracted again. Hi I'm Tess" She gives a cute little wave with two hands. "And my buddy Trey mentioned a couple minutes ago that there was this show called total drama…" She rolls her eyes. "And well duh, you guys know that"
"Going Great" Trey mocks.
Tess brings her left hand to her mouth and extends her pointer finger. "Oh hush Trey, don't ruin the moment." Trey just chuckles in response. "Anyway he got to describing it, and I was like, that sounds like such a fun little adventure!" She was talking a mile a minute at this point. "So anyway, so, Trey offered to use his phone to film an audition because he is such a sweetheart." She smiles sweetly at him and forms a heart with her hand. "Aaaaand-" Her brows furrow in frustration. "Trey what else do I do say for an audition"
"Talk about why you'd kick but on the show Tess-aract!"
She wrinkled her nose, and closed her eyes in distaste. "That feels a lot like bragging Trey."
Trey chuckles once more. "Then talk about why you want the money!"
Her eyes shoot open at this, and her mouth forms a wide o. Her eye twinkle as if she is about the reveal an unspoken truth of the universe "the moneyyy. I could use that!" She stiffles a giggle. "You know the thing they don't tell you about adulting?" She pauses for dramatic effect. "It's expeeeensive. And the money might help me not have to worry about that for a while. That'd beee great, cuz the thing they don't tell you about art is you make like… no money." She forms a zero with each of her hands to dramatically illustrate her point.
Off camera a new man is heard shouting "Caaaanoooonballll" and on camera Tess' eyes widen as she jumps in delight.
"Oh my god, Trey they found the lake!" She wastes no time sprinting of camera and a few seconds later "Caaaaanooonballlll" *SPLASH.
Trey chuckles as he stops the recording.
"Is it just me or did she sounded pretty drunk in the end?" Chef asked his fellow co-hosts.
"That was probably just you. She sounded fine throughout the whole audition so we have no idea what the hell were you talking about." Brea shrugged.
Blaineley shuddered. "Also why would she talk about… adulting?"
"Blaineley, you and your absent mind sometimes." Don sighed, clicking on one more audition.
AUDITION #13: Vernon Ford
The camera had just opened up with a small flicker as we see Vernon with a nervous smile on his face.
"Uh… hi Total Drama!" He waves nervously. "I'm actually taping this for my audition so… yeah, you know."
He sighed in the back of his head. "God, that was so lame-" He suddenly turned his eyes towards a stack of papers with some lyrics just within the frame of the camera. "I uh… these are nothing!"
He shoves the papers away, which are actually his song compositions.
"So… um, my reason for joining this thing is to get out of here, you know?" He sighed. "Being in a family that doesn't get along with you well is extremely tough on me, so I want to at least make some friends and get out of here for once."
All of a sudden, there was banging on the door. He sighed again as he turned back to the camera.
"I… gotta go. So yeah, do consider picking me… um… thanks."
The camera shuts off.
"My god, these people are so booooooriiiiiiing." Chris sighed, flailing his arms on the air.
"I don't think he's boring. It's actually kinda cute that he's a songwriter or something." Blaineley commented. "Or that's just what I'm assuming."
"Knowing you Blaineley, your assumptions are almost always wrong." Brea laughed. "I mean, look where we got through the hide and seek challenge last time."
"Yeah, awesome." Blaineley rolled her eyes in obvious sarcasm.
Don shut off the laptop. "Come on. Let's go eat breakfast before I starve to death."
"As long as you're the one paying for the food you overreacting piece of shit." Chris chuckled, completely forgetting about the announcement he was going to make as everyone exited the office and headed off somewhere to have breakfast.
Day 0, 10:00 AM
Office
The brown office door swung open, the door knob hitting hard against the white wall in the process. Don let out a slight yelp as he heard the doorknob crash into it, but the rest of the hosts seem to ignore it anyway.
Brea quickly sat on the chair just by the computer screen. "I'll be doing most of the clicking for this hour. Hope you guys don't mind."
"Yeah… we don't." Blaineley sighed tiredly. "Just start already."
"What about that one?" Don pointed towards the first audition tape he sees on top of the screen, as it had the longest duration so far. The other hostess clicked it, and the hosts watched as the audition tape rolled on screen.
AUDITION #14: Bellona Rue
Recordings Begins*
It shows a dark alleyway that has a small bar next to it. From the door of the bar, someone was suddenly sent flying out of nowhere and soon a female figure with black hair with red and orange highlight, who is wearing a certain mask and cap walks outside with a seductive strut "Hey buddy~ I thought you were smart, I gave a warning just in case, but… you didn't listen… you really should have"
The guy who was kicked out of the bar, was crawling back out of complete fear of the female in front of him… but that didn't stop her at all, she just kept walking "Please! I AM SORRY!" The female just kicked him in the face and a tooth was sent flying "How about no?~ It is in my job requirement, you might be cute and try to cup a feel, but I am not interested, you should have done your research~" The guy just groaned in pain "Oh? That didn't knock you out? Hmm… how about another one?" WAIT N-" the female just kicked in the same place again, and this time, she managed to knock him out…
The girl just sighs in an excited manner "Man… doesn't violence just wake one up and make one happy?" the girl spoke to herself, but soon the camera that was there… "Oh yeah… I forgot the camera was there, man… I should fix that habit, that is expensive shit, but whatever…" the girl just walked in front of the camera and positioned her mask and cap in a proper manner and spoke "Hey~ The name Bellona Rue, others call me Wrath, but that is too edgy for me~ and I work as a… security guard... you might say… and while I am hoping if you can accept me for Act III, but if this isn't enough? Well… let me give ya a little incentive to make you all pick me~ I have… a certain connection to a certain Veteran of Act II who will be appearing in Act III, who it is? Who knows~ is it obvious? Maybe or maybe not~ I don't like giving answers as it would ruin the fun, and the drama~" Bellona crosses her arms under her chest "Now, I have to return to my job, but… pick me please~ it will be quite… fun, you know?~"
Recording Stopped*
Performance Audition:
Recording begins*
The room the camera is in looks rather clean and looks quite professional, and soon Bellona soon walks into the scene with her usual wear, mask and cap, and it looks like she is holding a mic in her hand "Okay bitches, I rented this place, and I ain't planning to waste my time, so let me just say the title of the song and who, then we can begin the show and party on~ I will be rapping 'It's Goin' Down by The X-Ecutioners, so here we go"
Bellona threw her cap around the room and began rapping;
"Watch them flee, watch them flee
Watch them flee, hip-hop heads
And you do it like this"
(It's goin' down) "It's goin' down"
(It's goin' down) "It's goin' down"
(It's goin' down) "It's goin' down"
(It's goin' down) "It's goin' down"
"It's goin' down, the rhythm projects 'round the next sound
Reflects the complex hybrid dialect, now
Detect the mesh of many elements compressed down
The melting pot of a super future-esque style"
"The combination of a vocal caress
With lungs that gasp for breath from emotional stress
With special effects and a distorted collage
Carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage"
"It's goin' down, a logical progression on a timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey, now
It's goin' down, a logical progression on a timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey, now"
"It's goin' down, put it out for the world to see
LP and X-Men to the 10th degree
(It's goin' down) Nobody in the world is safe
When we melt down the wax in your record crate"
(It's goin' down) "Put it out for the world to see
LP and X-Men to the 10th degree"
(It's goin' down) "Nobody in the world is safe
When we melt down the wax in your record crate"
(It's goin' down) "Put it on"
"I said it goes like this"
"And you do it like this"
It's goin' down"
"Once again it is
Composed sentences altogether venomous
The four elements of natural force
Projected daily, through the sound of the source
Everybody on board as we blend, the sword with the pen
The mightiest of weapons swinging right from the chin
To elevate mental states long gone with the wind
To defend men for shoddy imitation pretends"
"It's goin' down, style assimilation, readily
Trekking through the weaponry of a pure pedigree
Cleverly seeing through whatever is ahead of me
Whatever the weather be, we're advancing steadily"
"It's going down sub-terrestrial high
A rhyme regiment that's calling the shots
Execution of collaborative plots
Ready to bring the separation of style to a stop"
"It's goin' down, a logical progression on a timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey, now"
"It's goin' down, put it out for the world to see
LP and X-Men to the 10th degree
(It's goin' down) Nobody in the world is safe
When we melt down the wax in your record crate
(It's goin' down) Put it out for the world to see
LP and X-Men to the 10th degree
(It's goin' down) Nobody in the world is safe
When we melt down the wax in your record crate"
""X-Men 'bout to blast off world wide"
"X-Men 'bout to blast off world wide"
"And you do it like this"
"'Bout to blast off world wide"
"It's goin' down, put it out for the world to see
LP and X-Men to the 10th degree
(It's goin' down) Nobody in the world is safe
When we melt down the wax in your record crate
(It's goin' down) Put it out for the world to see
LP and X-Men to the 10th degree
(It's goin' down) Nobody in the world is safe
When we melt down the wax in your record crate
(It's goin' down) "It's goin' down"
(It's goin' down) "It's goin' down"
(It's goin' down) "It's goin' down"
(It's goin' down)
(It's goin' down)
"Put it on", "and it goes like this"
(It's goin' down)
"And you do it like this"
(It's goin' down)
"Put it on", "and it goes like this"
(It's goin' down)
"And you do it like this"
"Like this"
Bellona finished her rap, and release a sigh "Well folks~ I hope you had some fun there, because I sure did~ but hey~ I hope you do pick me for Act III since I notice that you have a lacking history in... rappers you might say~ Either way, see ya later losers."
Recording Stopped*
"Dang, she seems like a competitive rapper." Don commented towards the rather feisty looking girl on the screen. "Looks like we have an opponent for Julian."
"I agree." Blaineley nodded towards her co-host's statement. "I don't see why she had to send in two separate auditions though when she could just simply record everything in one audition tape."
"Let's see what do these others have in store for us." Chris commented as he clicked on another audition tape just below the one they had just watched.
AUDITION #15: Bob Arbiter
The camera flicks for a few seconds until we get a view of a stage you see in high schools. Curtains weren't folded and there was almost no one in the room, but a boy with short, silver hair was kneeling in the middle of the stage. His blue-contact, expressive eyes have finally met the camera as he began his monologue in character.
"It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,-
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!-
It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood;
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.
Put out the light, and then put out the light:
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I can again thy former light restore,
Should I repent me: but once put out thy light,
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat
That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd the rose,
I cannot give it vital growth again.
It must needs wither: I'll smell it on the tree."
He lies down on the stage. Originally, there would be someone who would play as his character's wife, but due to certain modifications, it wasn't included.
"Ah balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
Justice to break her sword! One more, one more.
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
And love thee after. One more, and this the last:
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,
But they are cruel tears: this sorrow's heavenly;
It strikes where it doth love. She wakes."
He stood up, dusted off the dirt in his Victorian coat as a sly smirk formed across his lips. "Greetings, fellow producers of Total Drama Act III: Odyssey of Performance. I am named Brandon Arbiter, but folks call me… Bob."
He says his nickname with a slight smile on his face. "What you have seen earlier is my ticket into this magnificent show of yours; I will prove to you all that you can never have too many talented people in one room. Everyone has talent; some just don't see it."
A female voice rang in the room. "Bob, the bus is here-"
"Yes yes, I know that, Angel. I will be there shortly." Bob grits his teeth as his friend interrupts him. "Please do consider me. I will be waiting ever so patiently for your response."
Brea stifled up a few light chuckles before clearing her throat. "Remember you guys said a while ago that Jeremy and Fabio could be opponents? Well guess what, we can add this guy onto their possible rivalry."
Blaineley rolled her eyes. "As if that is bound to happen anyway. What if they become friends instead of rivals like how you all expect them to be?"
"We'll see." Don shrugged, clicking on another audition tape.
AUDITION #16: Blake Smirnova
The camera, currently within the kitchen, is filming. Blake is at the kitchen currently holding a spatula and cooking what appears to be pretty thin gray pancakes. Next to her is a bowl full of batter, a tub of a cream-like substance labeled "smetana" and a tub of black stuff labeled "caviar". Once Blake notices that the camera is recording, she looks at it and starts speaking with a fairly low voice and a blank expression
Blake: Hey. If you're wondering why I'm cooking pancakes, your application said something about expressing something about me. So here I am, showing you something that's been passed down from the generations, from Babushka to Papa to me.
Blake: (smiling) Blin. A classic dish of the Slavs. Best served with smetana and caviar. Or maybe some fruit preserves. Or even some mayo.
Blake: (continues) Now this will not be pizdec like what you may have seen before me. That means a clusterfuck, by the way. This will be something you and everyone watching Total Drama would like, something that screams (gesturing) "diversity" and "spreading culture." (prepares blin flip) Behold...
Beat
Blake: (flipping) The Slav No-Scope 1080- (Blin splats in the kitchen fan)
Blake: (beat) Blyat.
A few moments pass while Blake wordlessly stares at the ruined blin before it falls directly onto the gas stove and ignites, as Blake had been holding onto the pan away from the stovetop.
Another few seconds pass before she responds to the now strong kitchen fire.
Blake: (Panicking, hands on her head) NU BLYAT!
She looks for something off-screen. A few seconds later, she comes with a fire extinguisher. After turning off the stove, she uses the extinguisher on the burning blin, extinguishing it.
After hyperventilating for a few seconds, Blake composes herself and looks at the soot-black.
Blake: (beat) Blyat. Papa just paid for this kitchen. Maybe I shouldn't have used vodka in the pan.
Shouting in the distance can be heard.
Blake: At least the instructions didn't specify for performing arts.
The video ends.
"Umm…" Don stared at the girl in the audition tape. "Interesting. And… her name's… pretty weird too."
"Really?" Brea raised up a confused eyebrow, scanning her eyes on the screen in order to get a clear look of this girl's name. "Ahhh…"
"What's the name?"
"Dragon… anatomy… something. I don't know." Brea just shrugged and leaned back.
"Yeah, we're probably gonna see people with more weird names later on." Blaienely commented
AUDITION #17: Drew Hanson
(Static)
Sitting on a long blue couch was a young, quite handsome man. He's bathed in mood lighting, chatting people, and bad nightclub music. He's strung out like a model, with his legs crossed and his arm around a lady who looks like she doesn't want to be there.
"Sup! The name's Drew." He says, before lighting a cigarette with his other arm. "I've never watched Total Drama or whatever, but what the hell." He takes a drag. "Accept me on the show, and I guarantee high ratings." He winks.
A girl steps in front of the camera, pose suggestive, and says "Drew, come dance with me."
He readjusts his posture, stands up and abandons the other woman, and looks down at the camera. "annnd, cut. Seeya!"
(Static)
"Wooooow…" Blaineley snickered, her forehead dripping with sweat. "He just seems so-"
"Shut it." Brea retorted, having a hand up threateningly near Blaineley's forehead.
Don sighed. "Hey, at least we don't have any hosts here who… oversexualize the teens or some sort."
"Can we not even talk about this topic?" Chris asked everyone, clicking on the next audition.
AUDITION #18: Yves Jimenez-Chiu
An Asian girl is seen in a rather spacious room with a mirror behind her. She gives a slight wave to the camera.
"Hello to all the folks who works for Total Drama." She greets. "My name is Yves. And yes, I have been on to Total Drama before, but not necessarily a musical-themed one, which is why my audition is slightly… different."
She straightens her hair for a bit before she adjusts her phone camera and steps back.
"For my audition, I will be dancing to a short portion of the song 25 by Wu Xuan Yi. I hope to bring enjoyment to whoever is watching."
She gave a look off-screen, signaling for the music to start playing. When it did so, she started off with a graceful spin.
"镜子里的那个我
不被限制的轮廓
別小看各种的我
偶尔开心或难过
抛开过去向前走
专属自我的 satin doll
自信不需要
保护色的棱角"
(The me in the mirror
Unrestricted outline
Don't underestimate me
Occasionally happy or sad
Put aside the past and move forward
A satin doll dedicated to myself
Don't need to be confident
Protect the edges and corners of the color)
"我从来不为谁而动摇
我会慢慢蜕变去控场
I Can believe
Filling my dream"
(I never waver for whom
I will slowly change to control the field
I Can believe
Filling my dream)
"I 'm 25
我就是我
期待这一刻 定格这一刻
眼泪 就像珍珠滑落
我也不会怀疑真实自我
梦有多难得 就有多值得
皇冠你別给我 我要亲自戴上荣耀 come on
喜欢现在的我"
(I'm 25
I am who I am
Look forward to this moment freeze this moment
Tears fall like pearls
I will not doubt my true self
Dreams are as rare as they are worth
Don't give me the crown, I will wear the glory myself come on
Like me now)
She slightly panted a bit but bowed gracefully with a slight smile on her face, signalling the end of her audition tape.
"Ah, one of the trainees from last season." Don noticed, prompting him to give a slight nod towards his fellow co-hosts.
Chef nodded as well. "So she got more votes than Jianne, then? Pretty interesting though."
"Yeah, can't wait to see how she fares out." Blaineley rolled her eyes sarcastically, causing everyone to give her a weirded out look. "Let's just go onto this last audition."
AUDITION #19: Gordoff Ramsilent
The audition tape starts off in a kitchen that appears to be clean, tidy, and polished. In front of the camera in the background, Gordoff is cooking something on the pan that's laying on one of the four gas stoves. No one except him knows that is on the pan exactly, but he's focused on it, adding a pinch of salt a short moment later. After another short moment, he turns around and notices the camera, and quickly turns off the stove to address it, a small smile forming on his face.
He leaves the pan on the stove to let it cool down and moves over to the cutting board, his eyes never leaving the camera. "Sorry for the awkward pause. I had to focus on cooking some delicious meat. Can't let that get burned and go to waste, right?" he spoke in his Australian accent, ending his rhetorical question with a chuckle.
Then he grabs a carrot from off-screen and places it on the cutting board before continuing, "The name's Gordoff. Gordoff Ramsilent. I'm here to audition for your reality show called Ripoff Survivor - my bad, Total Drama. I need to get out of the house and away from my fucking parents, so I thought this would be the best chance for me to do so. I've heard about this show and all of the chaos it brings, but between my life at home and on the sports teams, it won't be different." He shrugs as he begins chopping up the carrot with a kitchen knife, a serrated knife, to be specific.
"So ya' might be asking, what's the point of auditioning if the drama is still the same like at home or at school?" he asked, albeit a rhetorical one as he answered it right after. He puts the knife down and sighs, his expression now serious. "I'll keep this short and simple, I want to get out of this house and move away from the shit known as my parents. That million dollars is going to guarantee that. If I gotta compete on a show that involves singing, dancing, or whatever, then so be it."
"I'd say it's a good deal to pick me," he continued after glancing around to see if anybody was nearby. "You want an upfront, tough guy? You want a muscular chef who could do good in sports? You want a guy who doesn't give a shit and cries in the corner when insulted? Producers, I'll give you the entertainment value and you give me a chance to win the money so I don't have to deal with any more bullshit."
He throws his knife behind him without looking, and as if he struck a miracle, it landed right onto the piece of meat in the pan, the handle of the knife sticking upward. Then the audition tape ends.
"I honestly won't be surprised if he and that Blake girl from earlier will be opponents as well." Blaineley said. "I mean, why do they even have to film their audition in a kitchen?"
"Well, if he can bring the drama we need, then we get 'em." Chris commented as he placed his hands on his head. "Besides, he's got everything; being athletic, can cook, no offense Chef, and of course he can probably sing and dance for goodness sake… except that his name sounds pretty odd… almost like, Gordon Ramsey or something."
"Yeah, what he said." Brea said. "I'll be clicking on this last audition now if you don't mind."
AUDITION #20: Luciana Ignis
The camera turns on and reveals a female with black hair and green eyes who was seen sitting down on a sidewalk. She looks at the camera with a smile on her face despite that and she was seen holding an acoustic guitar in her hands, she also wore a black hoodie and black shorts because it was clear that black was her favorite color. Lastly she was wearing red shoes that were seen by the camera which was seemingly on a tripod.
"Greetings there, mom, dad, brother, and the rest of the world, this is my audition tape for Total Drama Act III." She says, somehow speaking in roman numerals before she closes her eyes and begins playing her guitar.
"Kao o awasheitara, Kenkanashitty bakariii, Sore mo ii omoeeede dahawttaaa." The girl began to attempt to sing in Japanese, but she was botching the words and was doing a pretty bad job at playing the guitar...at least her voice sounded good.
"...On second thought, maybe I should try showing off another ability, but not too worried I'm not a failure! Also my name is Luciana Ignis." Luciana finally introduces herself before she stands up and hands the guitar back to a guy with white hair.
"Thanks for returning t-this." The guy says before he held the guitar and walked off, Luciana then looked back at the camera and began wondering to herself about what she should show off. She suddenly gets an idea and so she picks up the camera by its tripod before carrying it over to the next place which comes to her mind. Suddenly, the camera is placed back down and Luciana is seen scouting down a dark alleyway before she eventually pulls out a small figure of King Tut's coffin.
"This oversimplification of King Tut's coffin you see here obviously doesn't cost as much as the real one, especially since that real coffin was worth over 1.2 million dollars." Luciana began explaining and showing off her Egyptian knowledge for the camera, she had a smile on her face while doing this and it looked like she was actually having fun by doing this. But of course, all good things must come to an end and so she looks over at a creature nearby that was on the ground.
"Hissssss." It had sounded like a snake, Luciana simply chuckled at the snake and she picked it up in her hands without much care.
"Awww~ You seem cute." Luciana said to the snake, rather than being scared of the snake she was completely accepting and seemed to already like it.
"Hey!" Until another voice was heard and she turned to look at the camera while hiding the snake behind her back, hoping that the guy didn't see it. The guy's footsteps were then heard getting closer to Luciana while she just smiled innocently at the random guy.
"Yes? What brings you to such a suspicious place?~" Luciana asks in an overly cutesy toned voice.
"You're the girl who stole an apple from a grocery store, aren't you?" The guy asks, sounding like he was angry at Luciana. Suddenly it looks like she gets an idea and her grin slowly goes away.
"...Well there's no point in hiding the obvious, especially since I'm sure that you were one of the workers at the store who I passed." Luciana says after letting out a sigh.
"I'm surprised a thief like you even remembered me, that aside you're going to need to pay for that apple you stole." The guy says, finally reaching Luciana and he was now standing in front of the girl.
"...Have you ever heard of the story of Adam and Eve?~" Luciana asks while looking down, her hair covering her eyes.
"Obviously, but how does it connect to this situation aside from the fact that a fruit is involved?" The guy asks while tilting his head, he seemed to be confused by what Luciana was getting at.
"The answer to that is quite simple-" She began stating, looking up and her eyes were seen glaring at the guy.
"How so?" The guy asks, still too confused to realize what the answer was.
"Because the things that were made to stop Lucifer paid the price WITH A BITE!~" Luciana exclaims before she pulls out the snake from behind her back and the snake launches itself at the guy. The snake then bites him and the guy collapses onto the ground while Luciana giggled while watching this happen, she then looks at the camera. Rather than being concerned for the guy she went over to the camera and picked it up once more, "He'll live~."
After saying these words, she turns off the camera and ends her Audition Tape.
The hosts were pretty speechless at this point. None of them knew how to react to this certain audition tape if they had to be honest.
"She's a… bad girl so to speak." Chris simply shrugged, not knowing what words to choose for him to come out.
"I'm just gonna give her one word that sums her up in a nutshell: weird." Brea commented, leaning back on her chair. "How about the rest of you?"
"Ehhhhh…" Chris gave a so-so hand gesture towards them, only to flinch up as soon as he suddenly heard the door knock.
"That must be her." A huge smirk was plastered on Brea's face as the door opened up, revealing a familiar pink-haired girl who dressed up pretty much like a punk rocker. "From competing in Act II to becoming a host, welcome to the hosting group, Misha Thomas."
"Thanks, motherfuckers." Misha greeted everyone in her usual foul mouthed language, giving a fist bump to Chris, high-five to both Chef and Don, a small wave towards Brea, and stuck up her middle finger towards Blaineley (who only gave a scoff in return). "So, what's the beef for today?" She asked, sitting on a random chair.
"Nothing, really. Just figuring out our cast for this season." Don shrugged in response. "In fact, we're kind of thinking of closing applications now, we've been receiving a lot this past half hour."
"Damn, already?" the former Act II contestants widened her eyes in surprise. "Shouldn't you like, extend it for a bit?"
"Maybe." Blaineley said. "Maybe not."
"Oh wait. I'm gonna show you all bitches something." Misha declared, bringing out a white folder straight from her bag, placing it on the table. "We're gonna have a couple of new interns joining. Since… you know, those other bitches quit."
"Ah, I see." Brea said, grabbing the documents of the new interns. Both had their picture on them.
One of the documents had a picture of a pale boy standing around 5'11 ft. He sported a pretty skinny build with dark black hair that looked as if it was consistently gelled each day to hand a tip at the front. His dark blue eyes were staring at the camera that complimented his pretty neutral expression. His attire was pretty simple too: a dark blue polo shirt with khaki pants, brown belt and shoes. The name written in the document read "Jacob Ferdinand Nearson".
The other document had a picture of a Japanese-American girl who had light tan skin and a very skinny build, more likely skinnier than Jacob. Her hair was let down, dyed from a black to purple gradient. Her dark green eyes behind a pair of blue framed glasses curved upwards as she had a smile on her face. Her attire consisted of a black sleeveless guns and roses shirt, a patched jean jacket, a pair of black jeans with holes in them, and checkered Converse shoes. The name written in this document is "Raina Rose Smith."
"I heard that the girl was an ex of one of the contestants." Misha spilled, wriggling an eyebrow in the process.
"Misha, you don't have to spill something major all of a sudden." Blaineley rolled her eyes.
The rest of the hosts looked at the rest of the applications while Chris just sighed, knowing that he's gonna have to hold off his announcement yet again.
CAST OF ACT III: ODYSSEY OF PERFORMANCE/INTO THE CENTERSTAGE
BOYS
1. Edgar Bradamante - lordgemini
2. Fabio Candelori - Iuithion
3. Gustav Frederick Dimegate - TheGreatGolem
4. Jeremiah (Jeremy) Rose - Musical-Total Drama Nerd
5. Julian Treyton Sagona - Lillaptop
6. Orlando Kyle La'Ronde - BigBadBrad
7. Vernon Joshua Ford - Musical Essence of Runa
8. Brandon (Bob) Arbiter - Obsidian Champion
9. Andrew James (Drew) Hanson - Skyn1nja123
10. Gordoff Semaj Ramsilent - PROJECT-DRAMA
GIRLS
1. Abigail Allison Bacel - Tempokeep
2. Crystal Smiths - TheUnchartedHollow
3. Irene Claudia Hart - Ecliptic Plasma
4. Marion Lavelle - AnnoyingAlarmClock
5. Saraphina Anne (Sara) Wong - xxPrincxssxx
6. Tessa (Tess) Walker - Phoenix Writer GPH
7. Bellona Rue - Epifanio Therion
8. Dragoslava Anatolyevna (Blake) Smirnova - 37KarsOnMars
9. Yves Jimenez-Chiu - Candela Monsoon
10. Luciana Ignis - SinWriter7
VETERANS FROM ACT II: THE SECOND SONATINE
1. Toxa Pexine - SpaceZodiac
2. Vanessa Michelle Navarro - Gucci Mane LaFlare
3. Miranda (Mag) Lawrence - Sephiria Arks
4. Colin Lanthored - PurpleShadowManipulator
5. Therion Suarez - Epifanio Therion
6. Ryder Walker - JG243
INTERNS:
1. Raina Rose Smith - JG243
2. Jacob Ferdinand Nearson - Tempokeep
CAST LISTED ACCORDING TO VOCAL RANGE:
Soprano - Toxa, Crystal, Tess, Yves
Mezzo-Soprano - Vanessa, Irene, Marion, Bellona, Luciana
Alto - Mag, Abigail, Sara, Blake
Tenor - Colin, Orlando, Vernon, Bob
Mezzo-Tenor - Therion, Fabio, Jeremy, Julian, Gordoff
Bass - Ryder, Edgar, Gustav, Drew
