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CHAPTER 3: Freckles and Alphabet Boy

CHAPTER 3: Freckles and Alphabet Boy

B R Y A N

"ATTENTION. PRESENTING MISTER BRYAN SAVAGE, STUDENT BODY PRESIDENT, LEADER OF THE PERFORMING ARTS TEAM, AND THE DISCIPLINATOR OF THIS SCHOOL." Violet, my second trusted best friend, announced.

"Thank you, Violet-"

"ANY INTERRUPTIONS OR MISBEHAVIOR SHALL BE-"

"THANK YOU, VIOLET. I THINK THEY GET IT PERFECTLY CLEAR." I would be lying if I said that Violet doesn't love hearing her own voice as much as I love hearing mine. She nodded off and gave the stage to me. "Well then . . ."

I looked far at the sea of students who were occupying almost all of the seats in our auditorium. Though only a hundred would be auditioning, some were dedicated friends who came for moral support or other fellow Pioneer Students who just wanted to see the performances. And let's just hope it's worth the wait.

"Out of 500 audition tapes that my loyal friends, Violet and Javier, had received throughout the whole summer up to September, there will only be 100 students who were lucky enough to be given the rare chance of auditioning today.

"Since we only need 15 new members for this special musical," I continued, "the chosen 100 must compete for the roles. And these roles, as all you may know, are major roles that require singing. So we will mostly focus on our time practicing those vocals. Anyone who will join for props and extras or dance team, you are in the wrong place. You are placed in the different department of the Performing Arts and each department has their own auditoriums, though I keep in charge.

"As I have informed you all, each and every performance shall be as unique and creative as possible. To be frank, my ears are very keen on bad vocals, so don't test my limits. I am very strict with confidence and posture. I don't have time for whining bitches or tolerate sissies. If you can't accept criticisms and even harsh-but truthful-opinions, then expect your ass will fit outside. If you think you already had met Satan into the deepest depths of Hell and known what Evil is before . . . well, you haven't met me."

Gulps and hushed panicked whispers erupted in the room. They were all silent after I gave them a sharp stare.

"I am expecting that those 100 are the best since they were the chosen ones. Be as resourceful as possible, even if you have to pay your friends or some of your classmates just to make a spectacular performance, then please do so. I believe you had enough time to prepare for an extravagant audition." I spoke with conviction and authority; my aura demanding attention and everyone gave it to me willingly. "You all must be aware that we don't have any personal band or pianist who knows every freaking song to play! This ain't that TV Show Glee, alright? Work on your own asses!

"I only have two rules here, don't worry. Rule #1: Remember that I am the boss and the boss is always right. Rule #2: If the boss is wrong, go to back to Rule #1.

"There will be seven days of auditions, and each day-oh, I love suspense!-"-voicing no enthusiasm at all-"-we shall have eliminations."

Gasps of excitement boomed.

"Each day has new and harder challenges as well. But today, there are no challenges, just an open audition. Any song is accepted. However, only 50 people out of the hundred applicants will be accepted to compete tomorrow. Welcome to the survival of the fittest. Welcome to Day 1 of Hell Week."

I cleared my throat and they all shut their mouths.

"But first," I say as a student from the Props Department handed me my guitar, "I would like to set a good mood for today's audition. Hopefully, this simple song will pressure you."