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Sneakeh Cat · 09-25-2017, 12:50 AM

Flynn could not even come up with an answer as to why he found himself sitting in this chair, watching the auditions, while he waited his turn. Yes, he was going to audition for this play. He was not even certain whether he had talent on stage or not. He never once gave theatre a single thought in his entire life; however, for some bloody reason, the posters Professor Myers put up caught his attention.

~~The real reason he was here: he was trying to figure out what to do with his life after graduation and theatre somehow made it on the list right under Pro Gobstone player.~~

He considered leaving after every performance, especially once he started getting nervous. Ttap tap tap was the noise his fingers were making as he drummed them along the arm of his chair. WHY WAS HE DOING THIS? Tap tap tap. He did get a good laugh or two watching the younger students. Were their performances even suppose to be funny? Nonetheless, it had him laughing.

Realizing that this was not for him, especially after Maddie's performance, he casually stood up and was about to make his way out of the room until....

Was his name called? Yes, he was sure Professor Myers called out his name.

He stood there, frozen to the ground, as he considered whether he should continue to walk out or head to the stage. He did not want to look like a quitter; that was the LAST THING he wanted to look like. Huffing a little, he made his way to the stage and stood at the far left side of the stage, his back facing the audience, in silence. He was giving himself a moment or two of quiet before he began:

He started his audition acting as if he just got hit my a spell, stumbling some and holding his chest, shock on his face. He turned around to face Professor Myers with hurt and disappointment showing on his face.

"I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory," he started, his voice calm. "Is this where it gets me, on my feet, several feet ahead of me?" He started moving to the other side of the stage and continued, "I see it coming! Do I run or fire my wand or let it be? There is no beat, no melody." He pointed his finger towards an empty area, where he imagined someone standing there, and said, "Burr, my first friend, my enemy. Maybe the last face I ever see. If I throw away my shot, is this how you’ll remember me? What if this spell is my legacy?"

He stopped and looked at the audience in pure silence.

"Legacy," he said in a pondering tone. "What is a legacy?" He paced to the other side of the stage, his arms linked behind his back. "It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see. I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me."

"AMERICA!" He shouted, his voice echoing throughout the room. "You great unfinished symphony, you sent for me. You let me make a difference, a place where even orphan immigrants can leave their fingerprints and RISE UP!" He was attempting to pour his heart into this monologue because he knew this was the moment Hamilton was dying. Honestly, this was also the only play he really knew much about, which is why he chose it.

"I’m running out of time." He paced a little faster. "I’m running, and my time’s up." He stopped. "Wise up. Eyes up." He looked straight up as if to be looking at the clouds. "I catch a glimpse of the other side. Laurens leads a soldiers’ chorus on the other side. My son is on the other side." He spoke with sadness leaking from his voice, and he even managed to make his voice crack as if he was about to start crying. "He’s with my mother on the other side. Washington is watching from the other side. Teach me how to say goodbye..."

He raised his hand up towards the ceiling, his eyes still fixated on the imaginary clouds. "Rise up, rise up, rise up. Eliza." He looked back out towards someone in the auditorium, pretending that they were Eliza. Who else was he suppose to use, hmm?

"My love, take your time. I’ll see you on the other side. Raise a glass to freedom..." With that, he fell to the ground.

He waited a few seconds before standing up. "Thank you," he addressed Professor Myers before exiting the stage.

Maybe he was made for showbiz after all.

OOC: I changed a few words to make it SS friendly!

09-25-2017, 12:50 AM	#11 (permalink)
Sneakeh Cat DIMC & DMGS Diricawl Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Pride Rock Posts: 26,771 Diagon Alley Proprietor: Maia Denton Daily Prophet Reporter x5 x2	Audition! Yay, Hamlet! • Cathopper • Disney Fanatic • I was normal once... Flynn could not even come up with an answer as to why he found himself sitting in this chair, watching the auditions, while he waited his turn. Yes, he was going to audition for this play. He was not even certain whether he had talent on stage or not. He never once gave theatre a single thought in his entire life; however, for some bloody reason, the posters Professor Myers put up caught his attention. ~~The real reason he was here: he was trying to figure out what to do with his life after graduation and theatre somehow made it on the list right under Pro Gobstone player.~~ He considered leaving after every performance, especially once he started getting nervous. Ttap tap tap was the noise his fingers were making as he drummed them along the arm of his chair. WHY WAS HE DOING THIS? Tap tap tap. He did get a good laugh or two watching the younger students. Were their performances even suppose to be funny? Nonetheless, it had him laughing. Realizing that this was not for him, especially after Maddie's performance, he casually stood up and was about to make his way out of the room until.... Was his name called? Yes, he was sure Professor Myers called out his name. He stood there, frozen to the ground, as he considered whether he should continue to walk out or head to the stage. He did not want to look like a quitter; that was the LAST THING he wanted to look like. Huffing a little, he made his way to the stage and stood at the far left side of the stage, his back facing the audience, in silence. He was giving himself a moment or two of quiet before he began: He started his audition acting as if he just got hit my a spell, stumbling some and holding his chest, shock on his face. He turned around to face Professor Myers with hurt and disappointment showing on his face. "I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory," he started, his voice calm. "Is this where it gets me, on my feet, several feet ahead of me?" He started moving to the other side of the stage and continued, *"I see it coming! Do I run or fire my wand* or let it be? There is no beat, no melody." He pointed his finger towards an empty area, where he imagined someone standing there, and said, "Burr, my first friend, my enemy. Maybe the last face I ever see. If I throw away my shot, is this how you’ll remember me? What if this spell is my legacy?" He stopped and looked at the audience in pure silence. "Legacy," he said in a pondering tone. "What is a legacy?" He paced to the other side of the stage, his arms linked behind his back. "It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see. I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me." "AMERICA!" He shouted, his voice echoing throughout the room. "You great unfinished symphony, you sent for me. You let me make a difference, a place where even orphan immigrants can leave their fingerprints and RISE UP!" He was attempting to pour his heart into this monologue because he knew this was the moment Hamilton was dying. Honestly, this was also the only play he really knew much about, which is why he chose it. "I’m running out of time." He paced a little faster. "I’m running, and my time’s up." He stopped. "Wise up. Eyes up." He looked straight up as if to be looking at the clouds. "I catch a glimpse of the other side. Laurens leads a soldiers’ chorus on the other side. My son is on the other side." He spoke with sadness leaking from his voice, and he even managed to make his voice crack as if he was about to start crying. "He’s with my mother on the other side. Washington is watching from the other side. Teach me how to say goodbye..." He raised his hand up towards the ceiling, his eyes still fixated on the imaginary clouds. "Rise up, rise up, rise up. Eliza." He looked back out towards someone in the auditorium, pretending that they were Eliza. Who else was he suppose to use, hmm? "My love, take your time. I’ll see you on the other side. Raise a glass to freedom..." With that, he fell to the ground. He waited a few seconds before standing up. "Thank you,"** he addressed Professor Myers before exiting the stage. Maybe he was made for showbiz after all. OOC: I changed a few words to make it SS friendly! __________________ _______________________________You may hate me, but it ain't no lie: bye bye bye.