Ahsoka Tano One-Shots

Performing Arts Credit | Modern AU

Heyo, human beings from outer space!

I come bearing some Star Wars garbage that I wrote very sloppily with almost no plan of where it was going whatsoever! Woohoo!

And it's a Modern AU. Yay! Who doesn't love my Modern AUs? (well, except for that one AU I wrote that I hate with a passion, hehe)

Just a warning, I use a bit of music terminology in this. I also mention a few songs, which you will be able to listen to at the end of the chapter. 

Read on if you dare. 

"This is stupid!" Anakin complained to Obi-Wan, gesturing dramatically to the credit requirement form in front of him. "It's not like I'm going to be an actor or anything! Why do I need to take one of those classes?"

"Calm down, Anakin," Obi-Wan sighed. "Like it or not, the performing arts credit is required for you to graduate. And how would you like that, held back your senior year because you wouldn't take a performing arts class?"

While Anakin was pretty sure Obi-Wan was just trying to scare him into cooperation, he just huffed and sat back. Transitioning to a new school was bad enough as it was, but the fact that he needed another performing arts credit made it ten times worse. He'd taken a drama class before... effectively coming very close to flunking and hating every moment of hard work he was forced to put into the class.

"Fine," Anakin huffed. He scanned his schedule one more time. "I'll take... choir." It fit into his schedule and sounded easy enough: lip sync a few songs on stage while pretending to sing and boom. Performing arts credit earned, no sweat.

Right?

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Anakin sauntered into the music room, checking his paper to make sure he'd made it to the right class.

Yep. Choir room.

"You must be Anakin," a man wearing professional clothes said, smiling kindly through his shaggy beard.

"Yep, that's me," Anakin replied half-heartedly. It was hard to pretend he wanted to be somewhere where he didn't.

"I'm Mr. Lester," said the man. "Have you ever sang in an ensemble before, Anakin?"

"No, not really," Anakin said, trying to sound smart.

"Okay, so we'll have to find your range for you," Mr. Lester said, scratching his beard. "For now, could you just sit there by Mattia?" He pointed to the semi-circle of chairs, in which a few girls were scattered out.

Seriously? Thought Anakin bitterly. Are there only girls in this choir?

Anakin quietly sat next to Mattia. Soon enough, others began filtering into the room one or two at a time. They filled the chairs seemingly in a sort of order, leaving gaps for specific others. All of them were girls.

I swear if all of them are girls... Anakin growled in his mind.

To Anakin's right, there were four empty chairs, then 6 girls. To Anakin's left, there was Mattia and four other girls. The girl directly next to Mattia caught Anakin's eye. She was shorter than all the others and her facial features looked oddly similar to Mattia's. But what startled him the most was her bright silver hair streaked with metallic blue.

The girl's eyes darted over to stare at Anakin and he quickly ripped his gaze. Away. The tardy bell rang and Anakin sighed to himself. He was still the only guy. This would be painful.

Mr. Lester was working at his computer and the rest of the students were talking among themselves. Anakin sat rigidly, feeling so very out of place.

Suddenly, the door flung open, and in waltzed four very loud boys.