A Poop * k8 * I'll help, I'll help, I'll help!!!! The chorus rang through Paul as his peers seemed to like his idea. He cleared his throat before making the BIG announcement. "The play I have in mind....is...." he paused for dramatic affect. "THE FOUNTAIN OF FAIR FORTUNE!" he clapped three times, short little claps, and beamed. "It will be wonderful. It will be BEAUTIFUL." He made a sputtering face at Kaysha. "A musical? For our first production?! NO!" Not that he had anything against musicals, but he wanted an good ole' fashioned OLLEEEEE school PLAY. A musical could always be done next year. "It will be BRILLIANT, I TELL YOU. I will tell Regina IMMEDIATELY." Gaston for the musical score...Rosalyn for the...art stuff...FABULOUS. "Well, the arts call---" Paul snapped his fingers, and a pair of sunglasses seemed to come out of nowhere. He put them on, stroked a few of his boa's feathers, and smirked. "You all----discuss amongst yourselves. MY PEOPLE WILL BE IN TOUCH WITH YOUR PEOPLE."
And by that, he meant....he would talk to them soon.
Ahem. This diva persona was great.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |