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The Boards, Thursday [Auditions!]

Jan 12, 2012 11:18

Thursday meant that the same sign was up on the door:

AUDITIONS
Petey Sci-Fi Talky PictureJanuary 8th and 12th, 2012 ( Read more... )

boards, natalie v. adams, freddie benson, hayley fitzpatrick, hanna marin, petra west, jonothon evan starsmore, troy bolton, gabrielle of poteidaia, rebecca logan, patrick maccorieghan, billy kaplan, cinderella

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Re: Audition steel_not_glass January 13 2012, 01:11:25 UTC

Cindy had really fond memories of when Petey Sci-Fi had opened, and had decided to try out. It sounded like fun and the sleepover last week had reminded her just how much she enjoyed socializing.

"Jon," she said with a smile. "And...Troy, right?"

[Have the death, so I'm pinging in, but this will prolly be the only ping for tonight.

Re: Audition oncourtandstage January 13 2012, 01:34:32 UTC

"That's right," Troy said, smiling back. "And..." He hesitated -- he may not have been blackout drunk at the sleepover, but he had been drinking. "... Cindy?"

Re: Audition steel_not_glass January 14 2012, 21:32:29 UTC

"Got it in one," Cindy said with a smile. "And if any of the students are close enough to hear, we're agreed that any confusion over names came from how loud the, err, cafe was the other night, right?"

Not that their teacher was doing jello shots. Even if it had been over the radio the next day.

Re: Audition oncourtandstage January 14 2012, 21:40:40 UTC

Troy laughed. "What other reason would there be?" he assured her.

Silly radio, spoiling all their fun like that.

"So, did you have something mind for today, or did you want me to suggest something?"

Re: Audition steel_not_glass January 15 2012, 03:00:28 UTC

"I came prepared," Cindy said with a smile. "What kind of literature teacher would I be if I couldn't spout a monologue or two?"

And since they were already talking about it, Cindy paused for a second and composed herself. Fortunately the monologue provided her a reason for a bit of private amusement--she felt a kinship with this piece that no one on the island would understand, save Max.

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Loud here, and smiling. Cindy was all innocent smiles and easy-going cheer. She walked slowly, looking back and forth along the stage as if she were speaking to seated peers, occasionally gesturing backwards to where the king presumably sat.

Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ( ... )

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