[Middle Area Community Theater - Auditions - THNM]

[spirit_of_mahs]

Wednesday evening, the doors of the theater are opened. The building is nicely air-conditioned to make the actors as comfortable as possible. There's a stage at the North end of the auditorium, not a huge one, but it's big enough. In the empty area between the stage and the seats is a table with a sign-in sheet, schedules, and a large dispenser of

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[yourwound]

Ernst looks utterly terrified. His hand shakes visibly as he signs the sign-in sheet and he has to drink a couple of little cups of water before he sinks into one of the seats and waits for his name to be called.

[igotsumapples]

It took some begging, but Butters finally convinced his parents to let him audition. In the end, they decided it would give their son something to do to keep him out of trouble over the summer and they wouldn't have to pay for it. That, and they kind of think he's not going to get a part anyway, might as well indulge the kid and make him stop whining.

He signs the sheet carefully, afraid he's going to mess it up somehow. Still, he doesn't seem terribly nervous. Once done, he smiles over at the director before flopping into a seat to wait.

[our_mr_brookes]

Fenton's not the least bit nervous. It's only community theater, after all. Not to say that there's anything wrong with community theater, he quite enjoys it, really, but it's nothing to get all nervous about. He signs the sheet with a flourish and helps himself to a cup of water.

[angela_love]

Angela comes in, rather bouncily, and signs her name in big, loopy cursive. This was going to be cool!

Besides, it was the community theater and she knows most of these people now.

[igotsumapples]

Butters makes a face that can only be described as ":D" and waves cheerily over at Angela.

[angela_love]

Angela waves cheerily back and goes to sit with him. "It's so cool that you're trying out!"

[igotsumapples]

"I hadda promise all kindsa stuff, but I finally got 'em to let me come." He beams proudly. "I'm glad there's somebody I know here. I bet you're gonna be real good."

[james_m_bastard]

Jas explained this whole auditioning business as a school project. His guardian said it was further proof he's going to hell. Doesn't much matter, though. The old man is ill in bed and couldn't raise a hand to stop him.

James signs his name to the sheet with a flourish and without surname. James Matthew is quite enough. He takes a seat quietly next to Ernst and thinks about perhaps playing that piano later.

[yourwound]

Ernst gives Jas a miserable look before folding his arms over his knees and resting his forehead on them with a soft groan.

[james_m_bastard]

"You shouldn't be so nervous, you know. It's an audition, not an execution."

He smiles, thinking a bit on how nice it would be to attend an execution.

[yourwound]

"It might as well be an execution," is the muffled, mumbled reply.