[Chapter 8]
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The doors fly open, startling the many students sat in red seats, all spotlights aimed towards the crude, wooden stage.
The Auditorium, a large cinema-like room that sloped downwards, a large amount of steps following towards the wooden stage, on which many different cardboard cut-outs and props were laid across the planks.
A finely dressed man walks down towards the stage, his steps echoing through everyone's eardrums. He wore a colbert in matte black with a matching tie, his designer shoes bouncing off the light that eminated the walls, a tight pair of jeans and smart glasses finishing off his stylish appearance.
All shift their gaze towards him, staff and students alike, most of the females enticed by his appearance.
Yuto scans around the room, his eyes landing on a faculty, to which he strides down the steps towards.
''Hello, ma'am.. I came here for the scouting job! I assume you were informed?'' Yuto exclaims, a friendly pair of orbs staring into the soul of the woman, clicking his pen and showing her the list.
''Your class has been noted down...'' he raises his eyebrows, causing the woman to break her train of thoughts.
''A-Ah.. yes! Everyone!'' she claps her hands, making everyone continue their preparations.
The woman put her hand on the back of Yuto, smiling, putting her hand out towards a room past the curtains of the stage.
''We will be ready in a bit! Please, help yourself with some coffee..''
Yuto complies, treading towards the nameless door, revealing a small kitchen area with a small table and three seats.
The door closes, cutting him off from the view of the Auditorium, still hearing the ruckus behind him.
He goes towards a cabinet, in search for a muck, 'What a lovely lady, reminds me of Nanahoshi.. no wait, was it Natamaru-san...? No, that wasn't it either..'
Opening the third cabinet, a set of picture-bombarded mucks showed, all put upside down. Grabbing one muck, he places it against the coffee machine, leaning against the counter.
Glancing towards the muck, filling slowly with brownish liquid, he thought, '...Would the martini in my stomach oblige with some coffe...? Meh..'
He shrugs, hearing the beeping sounds of the machine, grabbing the muck and taking a sip.
He marches towards a wooden seat, as a loud thud is heard from the door, making the previous ruckus fall silent.
Before he could settle down, the door knob twists open, making an eary clicking sound.
''We're ready, Mr...?'' the woman peeks through, startling Yuto.
''Yuto! Hizumi Yuto..''
The woman nods in delight, ''Hizumi-san..''
The boy grabs his muck of coffee, stepping towards the door, met with a pure dark room as the light on the walls had dimmed.
Making his way to a vacant seat in the middle of the room, the stage filled with many whispers, preparing for what appeared to be their first time acting with an audience.
He sits down, putting the cup on his lap, 'I wonder what they'll play..'
''...''
A sudden orchestra of trumpets shot out from the sides of the stage, cementing a very Shakespeare like tune, startling Yuto to such a degree, he throws the liquid in his muck to the side.
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