 sneaking in my audition, sorry for being so late! Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Morgan was sorely unprepared for this audition, but he was only doing this on impulse anyway so it shouldn't have been all that surprising. Luckily there were script things already there for those less than prepared and the sixteen year old quickly glanced through them till he found one that looked remotely interesting. Or it seemed to be about a shark which was cool. What was annoying though was that he seemed to be one of the last ones to get to audition so he was getting really fidgety while he waited for his turn.
Sure, he hyped up his friends when it was their turn, giving big applause to their performance. But he was starting to get impatient because practically the whole school was here. Good thing there were snacks though and he helped himself to Healer Poppy's freshly baked bread. Yum!
Eventually he started to relax, not that Morgan was really aware of the gradual zen that seemed to take over. He just.... didn't feel that impatient anymore. And then.. well he just decided that it was his turn, finally!
He hopped up from his seat with script in hand and took his place at the front of the room. "So, I guess this is a part from a muggle movie called Jaws? I think it's about a shark.." Morgan hadn't seen it or anything, or even heard of it, but that's what it seemed like from skimming the monologue. And he hadn't even practiced it while he waited his turn, so he was just going to wing it here.
"I understand you’re having a little shark trouble," he started, trying to dramatically emphasize a few words here and there for effect. "I know you have a visitor off your southern shores. I think it could be my shark. I’m interning at the American Museum of Natural History, but the Oceanographic Research Institute in South Africa is co-sponsoring my thesis paper arm in arm with the Natural Institute of Health and the Marine Fishery Service." There were a lot of big words there that didn't come out as effortlessly as he would have liked... but an attempt was made. "I’m trying to prove that the shark that killed Christine Watkins last Friday was the same rogue that savaged these." Here Morgan mimed handing over a sheet of paper. "The trail of a rogue shark leads all over the world. This is only a theory. It has never been authenticated, but there is a wonderful chance that the shark that killed the Watkins girl and the man-eater I tagged off the Great Barrier Reef are the one and the same. Off and on I’ve tracked it to New Zealand, Santiago Bay, Cape Town South Africa… uh … the Gulf of Guinea, then West Palm Beach, Florida last December... and finally I predicted it would follow the warming Gulf Stream into the Northern Seasonal Zones, and release an attack pattern along the Jersey Coast. I was off by just three hundred miles. It hit you instead. All I’m asking is for a little future cooperation. I could predict future outbursts of attack activity in the area. Use me… Let me use you."
Finished, he gave his audience a bow then tossed his sample script back into the pile. Just in time to be told they were done for the day. Sweet! "Thanks for the bread, Healer Poppy! It's delicious," he added as helped himself to more on his way out.
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ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
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