Chicago

[underbrightlite]

Connor stepped onto the stage and headed towards center, looking at the group of students assembled in the house. The man smirked to himself before pointing at a set of scripts on the edge of the stage, his eyes sweeping the crowd. He noticed a blonde sitting just center and his smirk grew wider.

“Miss, if you please” he asked her, moving towards

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[abrassband]

Rachel had been wary about showing up to this audition. She hadn't wanted to abandon Glee club, but her dads had insisted that with the break in her dance classes and a little time off from her acting classes should she score an appropriate role, she'd have plenty of time to balance her Glee club responsibilities and that of the musical. And to top it off Charlotte had borderline forced her to, while Jesse, her (practically) idol, had basically told her he wanted her there. So she really didn't have much reason not to.

She had shown up, quietly making her way to the front only to let her voice ring out on On My Way from Violet. It was an earnest song, filled with the desire to make it big that reflected well on the character name she'd penned onto the audition sheet (Roxie Hart, Roxie Hart, Roxie Hart), but one with enough power behind it to showcase what she could really do.

And now she was stuck, sitting in the front row with her headphones in, waiting for the director to make his decisions. She really hoped this wasn't a bad decision. She really hoped she hadn't made a bad first impression on a certain curly haired boy a few seats down.

[apoorboy]

Jesse had smiled approvingly when Rachel came downstage to sing her audition piece in a clear and lovely voice. He gave her a nod that somehow mimicked a courtly bow as she left the stage, which Jesse hoped Rachel was beginning to recognize as her natural environment. He even turned around in his seat to (stage)whisper "Well done" once she'd settled in a few seats behind him.

[abrassband]

To say that she hadn't been hyperaware of Jesse's presence would be a boldfaced lie. Ever since he had acknowledged her, that little nod sending a thrilling shiver through her, she had been aware of where he was, what he was doing.

His whisper, innocent as it was, made her smile and blush a little, and she mouthed a silent "thank you" before engrossing herself in finding the next song on her iPod.