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Bryn 06-03-2021 09:32 PM

"Thanks Ash! I can do yours whenever you like." She turned to Claudine, who she had noticed around Ash a lot lately. "I can do your hair too, Claudine, any time! I'm building up my portfolio. I do nails too!" And she held it up. Beautiful, right? So polished and put together she was!!!!

OH MERLIN'S PANTS THE DEVIL HAD ARRIVED.

Ok, kind of dramatic, but Eden's whole face still squished up in disgust as Emmerson began shouting at them all. To the Ravenclaw's credit, she was quick to remember where she was and de-squishify herself. Eden was up to ANY challenge, and it would be a real flex if she could make that stage ready.

If Emmerson even got a part. If Eden even got a part.

The girl took a deep breath before heading behind the curtain with the other behind-the-scenes hopefuls. She specifically sought out her Charms professor. "Hi Professor Peralta! I brought my portfolio!"

The second year then took a place standing with all the other hopefuls for further instruction.

It was a shame she wouldn't get to show off her mAd sKiLLz™ to the perfect, beautiful, and multitalented potions professor, but hopefully things would go well and Professor Varma would see all her hard work on opening night.

SweetPeea 06-03-2021 09:57 PM

The redhead took in a deep breath before a smile crept onto her face as the Headmaster moved on to the stage to address everyone who had interest in partaking the school's production. She had chosen a seat beside her friend Gracelyn, who was not too far from an adorably dressed Cece and Kale (Hey friends; wink wink at Cece)

Faye listened to the Headmaster's instructions as he began to split everyone up into groups based on what they were interested in doing. She waited for the Headmaster to finish addressing everyone before she did as he had instructed those auditioning to come up front by the stage. The sixth year was then seen collecting her things before making her way towards the front. She'd heard his last words of kindness in giving everyone an extra five minutes to prepare which she was most appreciative of. Faye probably did not need the extra minutes for she'd been preparing a few pieces for today's auditions since she'd signed up, but in NO way was she complaining! It never hurt just to run through things and make sure everything came out correctly.

"Thank you Headmaster.." She smiled brightly before pulling out her pieces she'd prepared for today, immediately reciting them in her head until the actual auditions would begin.

LilFox06 06-03-2021 10:43 PM

Misa was ready for this. Being involved sounded like it would be a blast. After she arrived she sat near Ivy to await instructions. She then bit her lip after they were given. She had a decision to make. Did she want to work with costuming? She did love hair and make up and outfits. She thought she would be great at that. There was also an option for set design. She thought she had a great eye. And, of course, there was actually being in the play. Who didn't want to do that?

So she kind of stood there looking between the three professors. Maybe she'd just go where there was the least amount of people? Yeah. That would balance things right out. Or she'd just go wherever Florrie or Ivy dragged her. Being with friends was also an excellent option.

But before she knew it, she sat back down on the stage. Misa was apparently the most interested in acting.

aRogueOne 06-03-2021 11:08 PM

Answers Evan and Ivy and mooooves over to Professor Peralta
 
Feeling slightly nauseous was somewhat a new feeling to her. Having sort of grown up in a closed circle with just her family around for the most part, Ingrid hadn’t spent a lot of time in front of large groups of people or with a lot of children her own age so Hogwarts really had kind of…hit her for six in her first year. Now, thankfully she was more used to it but the idea of being on stage and having all of those pairs of eyes on her, staring, unblinking like some kind of monster was startling.

Turning to the voice of the person who’d asked if she was okay, she simply nodded for a moment and continued the forced, almost painful smile that she’d been presenting to everyone as she made her way over. “I’m f-fine Evan. Thank you. Are you going to be acting or…” but what else there was to do she wasn’t exactly sure. She’d never been part of anything of the sort before. EVER!

Maybe her paleness was a little more ghostly than she’d thought because Ivy was the next to check up on her. “I think so, thanks Ivy. I…felt a little sick that’s all,” her voice lowering now as she continued “It was just…there’s so many people and professors here and headmasters. And they just STARE and JUDGE!” like a pack of owls.

Upon hearing Headmaster Trent’s words, Ingrid turned away ever so slightly to listen and made a very quick decision to turn towards where those who wanted to be in costume design were required to go. No one wanted to see a vomit fountain on stage. Although…there were one or two students that she wouldn’t have minded throwing up over.

With her eyes instantly following the figure of Professor Peralta, Ingrid moved slowly over to her and the curtain where they were told to be. “Uhh…Professor, I’ve actually been working on sketches of clothes and designs so I’d love to try out for the costume design job. Role. Thingy. Please” mainly because she loved to draw and also, it was the only thing that she’d actually be good at. Pulling her backpack from her shoulders, she brushed her long, black hair out of her face and pulled her sketchbook from it, ready to show the professor if need be.

sweetpinkpixie 06-03-2021 11:18 PM

Truth be told, Atlas wasn't sure that he actually wanted to do this but Aries had talked him into it and once they made a promise to each other...there was just no turning back nor breaking that promise. Not even if it resulted in broken bones, which had happened from time to time. Hopefully not with this though.

Baseball cap on backwards and hands shoved into his pockets, there was some reluctance in moving away from his brother but there was also relief since he got to be with Auntie June.

Coincidence that her and Professor Schmoe were here doing the play together? The Gryffindor thought NOT.

That sinking feeling, however, intensified seeing that Ashley was joining. But just because she made him feel uncomfortable and confused didn't mean they couldn't work together. Atlas worked best when there was a set series of things to accomplish - especially if it was something he was interested in.

And hopefully he was interested in it...another thing that was hard to gauge since he didn't even know what production they were doing. If it was something that only required painting scenery and collecting props...he may as well just leave now.

"Au---Professor June?" Professor Flamsteed was what he had been aiming for but got tongue-tied in his thoughts. "...will there be a need for special effects?" If not...he could maybe just be the kid who opened and closed the curtain.

MadMadamMalfoy 06-03-2021 11:30 PM

These 2 aren't late! I'm just slow xD
 
Norman had to admit he felt more than a little out of his depth here. He wasn’t much for acting or make-up and costumes… or, well artsy stuff in general. Given his transfiguration background and his brief time working as a vanishing cabinet maker (after the whole wife died & life took a downward spiral thing), he thought his skills would be best suited to special effects and set design, if anything, but he wasn’t sure how much use he’d be. Mainly, he’d just signed up for this thing to help the kids. They needed this to take their minds off the trauma from last term!

He’d said hello to his colleagues and students alike upon arrival and took a seat in one of the chairs, quietly observing the students’ interactions until Malachi started things off. Knowing absolutely nothing about the other two areas, he decided to stick with June’s group. “Don’t mind me,” he said, giving the woman a respectful nod. “I’m just here to observe.” Of course, he would gladly help if needed, but for now, he would defer to her.



Heath took a deep breath. No matter how many times he’d done this before, there was always a little bit of nerves before an audition. His dark eyes scanned the room, taking in all the people gathered. Wow, he never knew there were so many people at Hogwarts who were interested in acting! Although he was seated near Claudine, Ash, Fiona, Quinn, and Eden, he was too distracted with late-minute preparation to offer more than a “Hi, all” by way of greeting. He rummaged through his bag to make sure he had everything. Script? Check. Song music? Check. Well, actually he had no idea if he’d need a song, but since almost every other audition he’d attended required a monologue and a song, it couldn’t hurt.

Come to think of it, he had no idea what the tone of this play was going to be either… which made picking the right materials a lot harder. Just to be safe, he’d chosen something with a wide range of emotion. He picked up his book - basically Star Wars rewritten into play format, one his dad had given him for his last birthday before Rosier happened - and opened to the page containing his monologue, mumbling lines under his breath. His head jerked up at the sound of Headmaster Trent’s voice, and he looked to the man, hanging on to his every word.

There was no need to deliberate which group to join. Heath knew what he was doing! As he watched the group start to go their separate ways, he waved to Ash and Eden. “Break a leg, you two!” he said. It only just then occurred to them that they might not speak theatre, so he added, “Theatre saying - it means, ‘good luck’.”

Rising from his seat, he looked to the other three people seated near him, wondering where they’d go from here. If he knew Claudine half as well as he thought he did, she’d go for something artsy like set design. Quinn… probably costumes, if the bundle of clothes was anything to go by. As for Fiona, he had no idea which she’d try out for. “Anyone joining me at the front?” he asked, staring toward Headmaster Trent’s group.

Watson 06-04-2021 01:16 AM

Lisa looked up from her notebook to find an Avalon addressing her. She offered her a warm smile and a proud nod. “I am! I have a few in mind. I’m thinking I should go for comedic. What do you think?” she asked with a giggle as she looked up from her book once more. Oh! Was Avalon auditioning? “What are you planning on auditioning with?

And before she could ask any more questions or go poke her brother in the side, Emerson Cambridge entered rather loudly and proudly. Wow. Her confidence was something else. She had jumped at the doors banging loudly and just watched her enter in. Wow. literal #goals. She was about to applaud said entrance when Headmaster Trent started speaking and explaining the process.

Lisa was here to audition so she was going to be with Trent.

She saw Heath and gave him a happy wave and a curious look. “What are you auditioning with?” she asked the older Ravenclaw. “Is it..... OUR favourite series of all time...” Y’know the one with the Stars, a Jedi, and a Chewie. Oh and a Princess and Han Solo too. :eyebrows: If so, she couldn’t wait to see his audition!

She continued scanning the room until she saw Misa. The littlest Nam made a BEELINE for her. Plopping down next to her, she smiled with eyes as wide as saucers. “Haaai. Are you auditioning? What with?” Lisa couldn’t wait to hear what she was doing. She was so so excited to see Misa auditioning.

NiallNIP 06-04-2021 01:47 AM

"Oh! Er, thanks, Eden." Quinn smiled as Eden brought his things back over. Maybe... he didn't really need to bring this much stuff... but he wanted to show off what he could do!

He also had to stifle his laughter when Emmerson made her, uh... "grand" entrance. He didn't stifle it very well, however... maybe on purpose, but who knew for sure?

He got up with his heap of clothing after the Headmaster's announcement. "Uh... I think I'll be alright..!" he said in response to Ash's joke, because he did feel as though there was a fairly real danger of tripping. "Sorry, Heath, the stage... isn't for me, I don't think," Quinn called over his shoulder as he waddled backstage after Eden, trying to make sure he didn't drop anything else.

He made it over to Professor Peralta's table with his clothes. "Hi, Professor! I figured I could be part of the costume design team because, well..." he lifted the large ball of knitted things in front of him a little higher, "...I can knit! And I know a little bit of sewing! Not, um... not enough for a whole garment, but... minor fixes and stuff! B-but I'm more confident with my knitting, see, look I can make socks—" Quinn pulled out a sock from the large mound, which was apparently an integral part of the structural integrity of the thing seeing as everything that was once in his arms tumbled to the ground. Socks, knit caps, mittens, scarves, jumpers and an assortment of little accessories spreading across the floor in front of the table. "Ah... oops..." Quinn bent down and started picking up his things.

With this falling of the clothes came a larger field of view, including the table where Professor Flamsteed was talking with those who were auditioning for the stage crew. And, of course, among them—Atlas. Quinn reddened and looked away quickly, busying himself even more with picking up his clothes, doing his best to get it high enough to cover his face.

Waddles 06-04-2021 01:56 AM

been here the whole time *whistles*
 
There was absolutely zero chance of Margaret standing up in front of everybody and reciting any lines. So while she was here, she immediately made a beeline for Professor Peralta when Trent announced she'd be leading up the costumes. She gathered with Quinn, Eden and Ingrid, giving the charms professor and three Ravenclaws an eager smile before ducking her head and sticking her hands in her pockets, uncharacteristically quiet because she felt a little out of place.

She hadn't prepared any sketches or example costumes. She just wanted to help with the sewing, or magic, or whatever.

Felixir 06-04-2021 02:52 AM

Sat slouched in their seat, head propped on a fist, Nem watched Cambridge - their very own little brother's very own little girlfriend - make her grand whatever, flouncing theatrically onto the stage. Times like these, Nem understood less than ever about the world.

When all was called to order, Nem stayed put with the Headsman's group. They were already sitting front and more or less centre, no need to move along anywhere, not that they'd prepared a scene, or anything. Just sitting. Watching. Unobtrusive. Silent spectre spectator.

feeheeheeny 06-04-2021 06:51 AM

Having Kiz there was nice, and Teddy comfortably put an arm around her shoulders when she sat in between Fi and him, shifting to make more room for her. He'd smiled at Faye when she joined the group, quirked an eyebrow at the unexpected entrance of one Nemesis Upstead, and chuckled reluctantly at Emm's spectacle, subconsciously lifting his arm from around Kiz. His sister's long-time best friend was... a handful, Teddy had known that for eons, but her unashamed theatrics in front of everyone, especially the Headmaster, plagued him with some secondhand embarrassment.

He deeply admired her confidence, but not her narcissism.

His attention turning to the Headmaster, Teddy gave a low hum of acknowledgement at the words prepared a scene. He had known several of his friends were going to have something ready to perform, but he hadn't seen that as a requirement. Probably no big deal - he was headed for Trent's group with his sisters to be considered for a role or whatever, but he just wasn't meant for the front, exactly, then, as the prepared ones would go first? He could maybe just sit further back and wing it. It was fine.

lazykitty 06-04-2021 02:36 PM

The person made up like a deer now following Professor Peralta? Yeah, that was Dia. She’d felt she’d needed further proof of her makeup prowess besides the face charts she carried in her hands and she really didn’t have anyone she could use as a model besides herself. So, here she was, feeling slightly silly (though less silly than when she’d first left the common room) in full makeup.

”I have face charts for samples of my work,” she spoke up, since that’s apparently what they were doing. ”And obviously……” she continued, indicating her face. Because she obviously didn’t just walk around like this everyday.

TakemetotheBurrow 06-04-2021 06:49 PM

For all the costume and makeup friends! (cece will be in my next post :3)
 
June was right, this was going to be entertaining. The kids were characters already, so seeing them put on an act was going to be really comical. The brunette offered Shreya a smile when she joined them, mentally ticking off staff members in her head. That meant they were all here, yes? And look, Finneas was auditioning? Neva had a soft spot for the man-boy in her heart after last term and she gave him an encouraging, and very un-Neva-like thumbs up. He had this.

...Oh no. "Miss luck, if you're feeling like you might throw up, please find a seat closer to a bin." They hadn't even started yet and this was not what she had in mind when she'd been thinking about being entertained. Emmerson's entrance, on the other hand, came close. Talk about personality. Neva hid a smile behind her hand, knowing Malachi would have his hands full with that one. Good luck to him if she didn't get the part she wanted.

Right, splitting off. "Good luck," She offered the other staff before grabbing her clip board and heading off to meet with the costume and design hopefuls.

She gave everyone a few minutes to gather around, waiting until the appointed time before addressing the group of students with a smile.

"I'm pleased to see some of you have prepared ahead of time for this, both on paper and on your actual faces." She gave Miss Wolff an amused look and then indicated the space behind her. "But we're actually going to do a little bit of a test run today, get those creative juices flowing. If you're interested in costume work, we've got a trunk full of all different articles of clothing and props to complete an outfit. I'd like you to dress up one of the mannequins using whatever you can find and then tell me about the character you've designed the outfit around. You may use magic to help with the process. As for those interested in makeup, I've brought along everything you might need to create a look. Your task is pretty much the same. You'll create a makeup look on one of the mannequin head's set out on the table, and then tell me what character you had in mind when you created the look and why it works." Easy enough, right?

"This is supposed to be fun, so please don't stress yourselves out over it. Do the best you can and please let me know when you've completed your look so we can chat." No one here was feeling like they were going to puke, right? No? Good. "Okay, you can get started when you're ready."

pundantic 06-04-2021 07:03 PM

hanging with the actor peeps
 
Kale Trent was here. He was queer. And he was ready to boogie down or do whatever it was that the audition committee needed from him. Within reason. Taking his shirt off was negotiable, but he absolutely would not be cutting his hair. Plz and thnx.

He dimpled when he saw a Cece and made the executive decision in his brain NOT to address how awkward she got around his Dad. Those were thoughts he couldn't deal with today, brain. So, she got a cheek!kiss as a way of hello.

AND THEN THINGS WERE STARTING. 4 REAL.

The sixth year was a wiggly boi. Not to shake out his nerves. Kales didn't really get nervous, but they sure as H E C K got pumped. He had all this extra energy and he didn't know what to DO-O-O with it all. Shake shake shake.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

See? Cambridge had the spirit!

Imsosikk07 06-04-2021 11:12 PM

Yeah, has totally been here the entire time :) (rl madness consumed me lately oops)
 
Well she was here. She was quiet, possibly shaking a bit from nerves and fear about this, but she was here. So many students were here as well so she didn't feel completely weirded out by being here. Now, why is she auditioning you may ask? She's finally try to break out of her shell and we are all here for it. This is her Seventh Year and she wants to live it to the best to her abilities before she graduates from Hogwarts and goes out into the real world. When Headmaster Trent entered, Aibhi did give a nod of acknowledgement but didn't want to show any nerves or fear in her eyes to him. Her leg began to shake a bit and quickly placed her one hand onto her knee to try and stop it from shaking, but it kept going. Come on, Aibhi...nothing to be nervous about here. This is supposed to be fun. Have fun with this today.

As far as having anything prepared? Heh...weeeeeeell...that was a different story. She had never done anything like this before so she already was at a disadvantage, but as her dad always said "DON'T KNOCK IT UNTIL YOU'VE TRIED IT! And she was going to live by that...and many other mottos her dad drilled into her brain. Now, all she can do...was wait for her name to be called and then...we'll see where it goes....

DaniDiNardo 06-05-2021 01:27 AM

Acting peeps
 
Were they ready? Were some of them really going to pass out, throw up or both? Was he going to wait around to find out? Nope. The show had to go on and if they thought the pressure of auditions was bad, they were in for a rude awakening when it came time for the real performance. It was good to get this time to observe them before they began. It was already giving him some ideas of who was less likely to buckle under the bold lights of he stage.

That was very important in the theatre.

“Right, I think we can begin.” Malachi reached for the clipboard on the table and held it up to get a better look. “We’ll start by seeing what you have prepared. After, I’ll give a few exercises and see how well you handle them. When I call your name, please go up onto the stage and show me what you’ve got. If you have nothing, shame on you it’s a bad start BUT you may try to find a scene from one of the scripts up there on the stage.”

He was as excited as they were nervous.


Ooc: You don’t actually have to wait for your name, just post assuming it’s been called :) I’ll be out all day tomorrow but should be able to move us by Sunday onto the exercises.

Chelliephone 06-05-2021 01:47 AM

Evan smiled at Ivy when she approached as well, before turning his attention back to Ingrid. He was still skeptical when she said she was fine, but hearing her explanation to Ivy he could definitely understand the nerves. Hopefully she didn't get actually sick or anything... That would probably embarrass her more than even messing up a line or anything like that. "Stagehand. Maybe helping move sets between curtains or.. something." Or if it had any musical numbers he could help people train with dances. Practicing with Chase and Noah all the time had made him decent. "Best of luck." He had wondered if she would be acting, but she moved towards Professor Peralta which hopefully would calm her nerves some as well.

Hearing the instructions on where to go, after of course eying the Gryffindor girl's entrance because how could one miss it, Evan made his way over towards Professor Flamsteed and uh.. Dinosaur Flamsteed because he had no idea which one it was. "Hello Professor. I'm willing to go wherever needed." If... somewhere was even actually needed. Yikes.

SilverTiger 06-05-2021 02:10 AM

not typing the whole monologue up but yes she says it all *hence the link* <3
 
As people had continued to filter in, Gracelyn had been reciting various things in her head from the pages she held, simply to see what felt right and also as yet another distraction from nerves. The Jameses had joined them, Phoebe and Teddy getting a smile even as the younger James had joined them too, followed by a dramatic entrance from Emmerson and the appearance of Faye. Her dormie got a grin, but otherwise Gracelyn had stayed quiet, aside from the lines running through her head, until the headmaster had spoken again and established how the auditions would be going. So actors were with him, while the stage crew hopefuls were with others. She knew where she was headed, along with basically the entire group he had aligned herself with. The acting hopefuls.

By the time Headmaster Trent had spoken again, she had decided on one of the monologues her aunt had sent her. Since obviously she hadn’t had time to work on a piece with anyone else, a monologue would have to do. At least until the exercises he had spoken of.

Waiting for her name had been taken up with more internal recitation. Practice made perfect, after all. She knew that from her athletic pursuits. Gymnastics and dance obviously needed practice to be good, so acting ought to be the same. But soon enough (and part of her wondered if they were going about it alphabetically) she heard her name called and she stepped forward onto the stage.

“I’m going to do a monologue from one of Shakespeare’s plays,” she began, just in case it was appropriate to establish what she was doing, before continuing.

“Since what I am to say must be but that…”

Watson 06-05-2021 04:01 AM

Ooh Shakespeare. Lisa recognized this monologue. She had seen this play once before. She watched Gracelyn, noting her movements, gestures, and speaking patterns. She observed all. Once the monologue was over, Lisa decided to take a chance.

She shut her book closed, placed it behind her, and stood up. She pinched the bridge of her nose momentarily. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to the center after Gracelyn had gone and prepared herself mentally. She turned around, facing the opposite direction of Trent and the rest of the actor group, letting her head hang as she waited a moment.

And then Lisa began. She gave no introduction to what she was doing, who she was playing, or who it was written by. She went for it. In the moment, it just felt so right.

She lifted her head up slowly and made her posture light and flighty. She was Oberon’s right hand sprite. Mischievous, energetic, and light. She moved her arms as if she was moving her hands through water and then she stopped, folded her arms, and began her monologue. “If we shadows have offended... ” she turned to the group, eyes wide with sorrow and fear that she had genuinely offended before a slight smirk curled at her lips. “Think... but this... and all is mended. That you,” she made eloped at Kale Trent at this point in time before glancing to look at Gracelyn. “have slumbered here while these,” She waved her hand in the air as if dispelling the visions in front of her as if they were smoke. “visions did appear.” Looking to Headmaster Trent, she continued. “And while this weak and idle theme...” Maniacal and amused grin as she lowered her voice and waved her hand brushing off the next phrase as if it were water off a ducks back. “No more yielding than a dream.

If the play had been not to the audience’s liking then it was a dream after all. If only life could be like this at times....

She paused before making her way downstage or what would have been downstage to talk to her audience that she so had offended. “Gentles.. do not reprehend. If you pardon, we will mend.” Small earnest smile as if she were trying to gain their trust and forgiveness in this moment to make amends. Hand to her chest as she referenced herself as Puck. “And as I am an honest Puck...” Lisa waggled her index finger as if thinking- no- mischievously plotting. “If we have unearned luck now to escape the serpents tongue. We shall make amendserr long.....ELSE...” Pause. Wide innocent eyes before she smirked. “Else Puck a liar call.” Beat.

So goodnight onto you all.” Taking a step further downstage and extending her hands to the audience. Eyes pleading. “Give me your hands if we be friends and,” with body language gesturing to herself as she clasped her hands together. “Robin shall restore amends.

She stayed in her spotlight for a fleeting moment longer with her eyes full of promise that the audience would trust her, as their Puck, before she bowed her head to her audience and exited the stage. “Thank you.

ArianaBlack 06-05-2021 05:30 AM

Kinsay caught Nem’s greeting and wiggled a finger at him in return, before turning back to snuggle up against Teddy’s shoulder. And then there was Emm. Emm who was MEANT to be on stage. Kizzy applauded quietly after her best friend’s delightfully dramatic entrance, only to wince slightly when Headmaster Trent called her out for it.

But now she was waiting for instructions, her head perking up slightly at the mention of costumes and set design. Kinsay wanted to do those things. But she was also well aware that Emmerson wanted them to have roles in the play together. And even though no one was forcing her to, Kizzy reaaaaaaally didn’t want to risk disappointing anyone. She had already caused enough upset this year to last her an entire lifetime. So instead of getting up to join the other groups behind the stage, she stayed where she was with all her friends who were interested in acting. Maybe this would be fine. Maybe she wouldn’t even get a part and she’d be able to help with costumes by default. Was it bad to hope this? Because it was making her feel guilty and all sorts of uneasy.

It helped that she didn't have to go first. But Gracelyn did such a good job and then Lisa (A FIRST YEAR) went up and did an even better job and and and. How was Kinsay supposed to follow them!? This was horrible. So when it was her turn to walk up to the stage, she did so very nervously.

Um.

*Gulp*


”My name is Kinsay James and …. um. And I’m going to audition with a monologue by Princess Jasmine in the. Um. In Aladdin.” She played with her fidget necklace as she took a moment to collect herself. Not feeling at all confident, she began quietly, ”I just … I just… I um.” Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. This was already a disaster. ”............ Can I start over?”

She paused a little while, very much aware that she was taking up everyone’s time. ”I.. I just told him the truth.” And step forward. ”Um. That if he marries me, he’ll get… he’ll get an equal partner with an equal say!” She knew all the lines, this wasn’t the problem. ”Why do I have to marry at all?!” She threw her hands into the air, finally starting to settle into the scene. Jasmine was one of her favorite characters ever. She could do this. She could, she could, she could.

”What’s wrong with a woman running the kingdom?!” Her voice was louder and steadier now. ”If I have to marry someone I don’t love, then maybe I don’t want to be a princess anymore!!!”

And. Scene. Thank Circe.

…….

”Um. That’s it. Thanks.” After a QUICK bow she immediately scurried off the stage and went back to her seat, where she sunk ALL THE WAY DOWN. That was the worst thing she had ever done.

Ginevra 06-05-2021 07:53 AM

When Headmaster Trent called her name, Fiona made her way up to the stage, her body not giving any indication of her nerves. "Hey there. I'm Fiona Jenovick and I'll be performing my favourite poem which is Splendour in the Grass as a Shakespeare-inspired monologue, I guess."

Taking in a small breath, she began. "What though the radiance which was once so bright. Be now forever taken from my sight." Fiona decided it was best to annunciate her words more and to emote her body. The Snakette continued her audition. "Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendour in the grass. Of glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind. In the primal sympathy which having been must ever be. In the soothing thoughts that spring out of human suffering. In the faith that looks through death, in years that bring the philosophic mind."

After she was done, Fiona gave a quick bow and thanks to the audience before sitting back in her seat.

pundantic 06-05-2021 01:14 PM

Kale Trent loved the THEATRE. He loved the energy of actors and people having the courage to be vulnerable on stage even when it was hard, especially when it was hard. So, after each person performed, Kale launched to his feet and gave them a loud round of cheers, some feet thumbing, a whistle or two to be kind. Was it too much? NEVAH!

As he marched up to the stage, he managed to wink at Kinsay who looked a little down. He mouthed, “You did great!” And she got some encouraging thumbs up, too. Nobody was alone today cuz they were all doing this together.

When his feet touched the stage, Kale Trent clicked his heels together, July Garland eat your heart out, and dimpled at the auditioner. “Hello, sir.” Hehe. “My name is Kale Alexander Trent. And I will be performing a musical comedy masterpiece from Singin’ In the Rain— Make ‘Em Laugh.”

He drew his wand and flicked it in the air and music filled the stage area. It was the kind of quick, remarkable magic that he was never really able to conjure in classes. Mostly cuz nothing was as high stakes as a MUSICAL NUMBER!

The sixth year cleared his throat and drew a hat from his back pocket. Props. Of course he had those. He sat in a pretty bevel, think Rockette, and batted his eyelids prettily. “Though the world is so full of a number things, I know we should all be as happy as. But are we?” Blam. “No!” Second foot stomp. ”Definitely no!” Pose of despair. “DeCIDEDLY NO!”

Pause for drama.

Kale ran through the next section, going faster and faster with each word. His eye eyebrows waggled and lips curled upwards in a defiant kind of humour. ”Short people have long faces and long people have short faces. Big people have little humor. And little people have no humor at all!” Kale gasped, gulping down air. “And in the words of that immortal buddy Samuel J. Snodgrass, as he was about to be lead to the guillotine:”

He winked at Ivy. ”MAKE ‘EM LAUGH! MAKE ‘EM LAUGH....” And just like that, Kale was off to the races performing. The sixth year felt like he could be utterly himself on stage, ridiculousness and all. As he sang, working through the number, he was all kinds of big and brash and silly. He was leaping across the stage. Dropping to his knees. Hamming it up to the extreme. He pulled his hat down over his eyes and pretended to walk into walls with dramatic, perfectly choreographed feints.

The sixth year even jumped down into the crowd at one point and started playing with his peers. He draped himself across Teddy’s lap and honked his nose. He fanned Gracelyn with his floppy hat. And playfully swatted his Dad on the shoulder with it as he travelled back up to the stage for his B I G F I N I S H!!!

“Make ‘em laugh!” He sang, flipping mid-air. ”Make ‘em laugh.” Spin spin spin. ”MAKE ‘EM LAAAAAaaaaaAAAAAAUGH!” BIG ARMS. BIG FINISH.

Kale tumbled backward and fell flat on his back. TA DA!

TakemetotheBurrow 06-05-2021 02:10 PM

FRIENDS!

And what was even better, friends with snacks (thank you, Gracelyn)! Cece felt that much better knowing she had supporters around her (and something to discreetly munch on). Like, even if she was the absolute worst ever, she knew they’d still smile and have her back. It was a good feeling. One she wished she could bottle and sell.

Phoebe’s dramatic arrival earned a smile, one that grew as her twin joined the party and they decided she was the smartest. Not true, of course, but she blew them kisses anyway. She was excited to see them perform. Kinsay and Emm, too. And Faye. If she was being honest, out of the whole group, Pheebs and Kale were perfect for this. Dramatic in different ways and confident and they captured attention, y’know? If she could channel even a little bit of that during her audition, she’d be golden.

The blonde moved up to the front of the theater as instructed and watched as one after another, those around her auditioned. She clapped and smiled and even felt a little bit emotional here and there. And that was what she liked about all this acting stuff. You could get lost in it for a while. And Cece didn’t mind getting lost. It’s why Alice was so perfect for her.

Oh. Okay, Kale Trent. Just blooooowing the competition away. Cece was grinning by the end of his performance and clapping like mad. Proud was an excellent way to describe what she was feeling. Also nervous. How was she meant to go on after that?

...

”Hello, I’m Cecelia Summers and I’ll be performing a little bit from Alice in Wonderland. Oh! Um-it’s the Tim Nelson one.” She smiled a bit sheepishly and then closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself get into character. She was lost in a strange world with wonderfully strange creatures and she herself felt very strange indeed.

”Which way, oh! Oh no, nothing looks familiar. Oh, I’m lost!” Cecelia moved towards the right side of the stage, only to look confused and glance back over her shoulder. Let out a soft sigh. Resolve herself and stand up straighter. Well when one’s lost I suppose it’s good advice to stay where you are until someone finds you.” She nodded her head, as if she’d decided, and made to sit down..only to shake her head and start walking again. ”But, who would think to look for me here? Let me think..” She stepped forward, forehead scrunched in concentration. ”Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’m not the same...the next question is, who am I?” The sixth year made eye contact with Headmaster Trent, and it was a look full of innocence and uncertainty. Then she started to sing. Kale had said it might be a musical, after all, and even though her voice wasn’t strong, it could be sweet.

”Who am I and what has happened here? What magic has just begun? I have never talked to flowers before..or to rabbits on the run..” She smiled a little in disbelief and continued until the song ended. And she’d done it. And she blushed...and then she bit her lip.

”And scene. Thanks for your time..” Cece smiled and then headed off for her seat, happy to have done that. Happier it was done.

FearlessLeader19 06-05-2021 05:53 PM

Stage design ^_^
 
Claudine shot a smile at Darius, also wondering what her fellow Slytherin was keen in participating in. Soon-ish she’d find out, she supposed. “Hi, Eden. Wow. Nice hair style.” She meant it! “Did you do that yourself?” That offer though! Claudine was thrilled and hoped it reflected on her face. “I’ll take you up on that, Eden. Sometime soon too.” Was Fiona nervous? Or had Claudine simply imagined the nervous quake to the voice? “You alright?” she asked with concern. She peered about after hearing the familiar voice that was Quinn’s. “Hi, Quinn. That’s a lot of yarn.” No, there was no judging here. “Hi, you.” Claudine mouthed that to Heath who happened to be sitting away from her. She was pretty sure he was one hundred percent ready for this audition.

The sixth year, after recovering from Emmerson’s idramatic arrival, fixed her gaze on Trent. Stage design! That was her! That meant she’d be with Flamsteed. “We’d better get to Flamsteed, Ash.” Because her younger friend was right: stage design was exactly what she wanted to do. "Catch you guys later.” The Snakette deliberately made her way over to the boyfriend. “Break a leg,’’ she told him, having picked up on that phrase sometime back because of him. She stood on tiptoes to give him a quick peck on the cheek. Yes, PDA was still weird for him but whatever. She was being too supportive of Heath to care. And with that, she followed Ashley.

“Hi, Professors.” In addition to Flamsteed, Carton was there. Oh. Evan also. She gave him a smile.

Felixir 06-05-2021 06:47 PM

FoR wHo CoULd eVeR LeARn tO LoVE a bEaST (pretend it's a stage script shhh)
 
The main thing Nem was getting from all this was that stage acting was so much more than real acting, and that was not a good thing. There was a lot of shouting - projection, whatever, a skill Nem hardly needed to know and therefore never learned - and general exaggeration, which they could do just fine, but avoided as a general rule.

Voice, movement, the acting itself, the music, plus whatever Trent was doing, everything was so much bigger than it needed to be; for a moment, Nem felt only a flare of disdain, which quickly faded, allowing them to work on analysing what they could observe. Shortly thereafter, they lapsed into boredom. They weren't going to get what they came here for, this was practically an entirely different skillset. Disengaging, Nem slumped back in their seat, resorted to manipulating the handful of metal matchsticks they carried everywhere with them, though, at that point, there was no reason to stay.

Their name was called. "I'm good," Nem said, pushing to their feet and returning the metal pieces to their pocket, intending to leave instead. Except, two seconds later, they abruptly changed their tune. "Actually, give me a minute." May as well; already here and everything. They'd pass on the theatricality and the major dramatics, not wanting a part in this thing after all, but for now it was something to do.

Nem climbed up onto the stage and paused by the pile of scripts, disinterestedly shuffling through before choosing one at random. Huh. This would work. Tale as old as time. Nem was vaguely familiar with it, though it had been years and years since they'd been subjected to any version of it. They straightened and moved to centre stage, flicking through the pages for just the right scene, and took a moment to get familiar with the lines. Yeah, yeah, shame on them, but it wasn't long at all before they were ready to go.

No introductions needed. No explanations. Nem just drew their wand and non-verbally cast a very mild Sonorus at their throat - no need for projection when they had magic - and launched right into it, keeping their wand in hand the entire time, and the script in the other. They played two parts, no warning, no turning this way or that to indicate a different role - they barely moved from where they started on the stage - no use of props, only a shift of demeanour each time.

Nem took a step forward, looking up and out, as though at the stars. "I haven't danced in years... I'd almost forgotten the feeling." They smiled, took a deep, contented breath, let it out again. A long pause, a moment of deliberation, uncertainty, and then determination passed over their features. They spoke again, lowering their gaze as though addressing someone directly ahead, their tone just short of offhand, tinged with sadness, but mostly stark with bracing acceptance of an unhappy truth. "It's foolish, I suppose... for a creature like me to hope that one day he might earn your affection." Another pause, and they looked down.

And then ahead again, unsure and undeterred in equal measure. "I don't know..."

Nem's eyes widened in surprise, and they pulled away slightly, taken aback, but subtle. "Really? So... you think you could be happy here?" They frowned for a split second, uncertain, disbelieving, not daring to hope.

And then shifted again, expression softening, a sad smile. "Could anybody be happy... if they aren't free?" Nem looked up again at the 'stars', the smile gone, an expression of creeping desolation in its place. They let the silence hang in the air for a moment - a quick glance at the script, then back up to continue the scene. "My father taught me to dance. I used to step on his toes a lot." Another small smile.

Which then changed, from wistful back to sad, but now strained too. Laden with guilt. "You must miss him."

The smile disappeared, they turned bereft, near grief-stricken, swallowed an imaginary lump in their throat and nodded. Spoke softly - though naturally their voice still carried, thanks to the charm. "Very much."

Once again, their whole demeanour changed, and they considered the issue, deliberated, suddenly decided, made their offer almost eagerly. "Would you like to see him?"

After one last pause, their expression cleared again, and they were Nemesis Upstead once more. Scene finished, they wordlessly headed for the edge of the stage, performed a quick Quietus on their throat, and dropped the script back onto the pile they'd collected it from. With a nimble two-footed hop, they jumped down from the stage, and returned to slump in their seat again.


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