Chapter Three
The name bothered me for the rest of the day. I knew, however that, come 4:00 when rehearsal starts, I would put a face with the mysterious name. Sheldon. It's such an odd name. I could just imagine him wearing knickers and suspenders with knee high socks and a plaid button down with geeky glasses and headgear. But Hunt. Hunt sounds like the last name of a sexy video game character.
"This is Hunt. Enemy inbound"
Needless to say I spent most of Study Hall fantasizing about sexy video game characters. I heard that Austjn would be doing sets this production and Emmie would be doing costuming. Emmie was a friend of mine. I much preferred to do Community Theatre because then I didn't know so many people. Like Tyler. Ugh.
When 4:00 finally came around. I changed into my rehearsal attire, a sweatshirt and jazz pants. My makeup was still fairly decent and my hair would suffice for tonight. It was the first night and Mrs. Debbie was already calling for four hour rehearsals. Not that I minded.
We started with a few basic vocal warm ups. Scales and lip trills oohs and aahs. We followed with dance warm ups. Stretches and trust exercises. Finally, we began the read through, skipping over songs and monologues, which there seemed to be lot of. The play was written by some of last years drama graduates and was huge. I had done some pre research and thought it was pretty good. When Sheldon's first line came about there was an awkward silence. A newbie made a comment about a pregnant pause which is, theatrically wrong. A pregnant pause occurs when someone drops a line an there is a pause so long you could "have a baby". Get it?
Anyway. I was disappointed. I would have to wait at least another 24 hours before seeing him. Unless I saw him at school. But since I didn't see him today that was unlikely. Oh well. Tomorrow.
When I got home around half past right since I stopped to pick up some ice cream, my mom had made some salads and pizza. The house smelled like cheese and ranch dressing. I ran upstairs to get into pajamas and take off my makeup. My mom and I were very informal and ate on the couch. So I decided to be comfortable if we weren't being normal.
I ate dinner and went to sleep, forgetting about the math quiz I had and dreamt about video game characters. Again.
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