Take Your Bows ~ L.S. AU

Act 1, Scene 1

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 this is a larry stylinson theatre AU. both lou and haz pov's, alternating with chapters. Set in June 2010, H is 16, L is 18

YES I KNOW THAT JAY DIED IN 2016 BUT IN THIS FIC SHE DIED IN EARLY 2009
AND YES HER DEATH IS IMPORTANT TO THE STORY

Hope you enjoy reading :)

In case you skipped the desc.:

Eighteen-year-old Louis Tomlinson is the biggest theatre nerd on the planet. Ever since he played Danny Zuko in a high school production of Grease, he's been drawn in by the stage. Now he's a counselor at the summer theatre camp he's been attending for years, trying to balance theatre, friendships and a possible new relationship, all while still grieving his mum.

Sixteen-year-old Harry Styles is at his first-ever summer theatre camp. He's far from the usual citizens of the dramatic arts; he's handsome, popular, sporty and Straight. Straight with a capital S. STRAIGHT, in big, bold italic letters. Century Gothic font. He's STRAIGHT, for god's sake.

But when the pair's worlds collide in the camp's annual theatre production, will the music bring them together, or tear them apart?

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Louis' POV:

"Next!"

The blonde girl, who has to be a first-year, runs off stage in tears. She was the last up for Angelica, but she had no emotion whatsoever. I'm the second to last person auditioning, but I'm going for the lead, so there is no room for mistakes.

"Louis Tomlinson!"

I mentally brace myself, walking onstage confidently.

"Hello, my name is Louis Tomlinson, and I will be auditioning for the role of Alexander Hamilton."

The casting director raises his hand in response, gesturing for me to start. I give the sound and lighting box a thumbs-up, that I know the people inside have seen when the first chord plays.

The music flows through me, reaching my fingertips and sparking something deep inside me. I feel elated in the mostly empty theatre.

"In the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet,
For just a moment, a yellow sky" I begin dramatically.

"When I was seventeen a hurricane destroyed my town,
I didn't drown. I couldn't seem to die..." I feel the emotion of the lyrics and the almost-classical-style music running in my veins.

This is why I'm here.

"I wrote my way out,"
The music intensifies as I continue in a low tone
"Wrote everything down far as I could see,
 I wrote my way out,
looked up and the town had it's eyes on me,"

I glance and see a small smile on the face of the casting director. I think this is going well.

"They passed a plate around, and total strangers, moved to kindness by my story,"

I fill my voice with as much emotion as I can muster. I use mum as my fuel, my emotion. I use the sadness, the pain of her death, the gratitude for the life she gave me. I use it all in this moment.

"Raised enough for me to book passage on a ship that was New York bound,"

Then suddenly the music speeds up, and my tone changes. The determination for me to get this role, to lead this cast,  powers me as I march downstage.

"I wrote my way out of hell,
I wrote my way to revolution,
I was louder than the crack in the bell!"

I can feel the music, not hear it. It's like its running in my veins, pounding in my head.