Marauders Go Big Time

Big Time Audition

(should I make these chapters longer? I feel like they're too short)
The boys arrived at the auditions just before the doors closed.
"Ok everyone. Welcome to the audition of your dreams." McGonagall read off a sheet of paper in a monotone voice. "One of you has the chance to be a star. We're going to number you off, and then one by one you'll go audition."
The first few people were numbered off. McGonagall pointed to James, then Peter, then Remus, and finally, Sirius. "Seven, eight, nine, ten." One by one everyone went in for their auditions.
Contestants 1 and 2 didn't look too bad exiting, but they looked sad, and contestant 2 was tearing up. Contestant 3 on the other hand came out bawling. Contestants 4&5 were the same way. And contestant 6 looked even worse.
"Number 7, you're up." James looked horrified. "I can't do this." He screamed, switching his sign with Peter's.
     "Alright, here we go." Peter said as he happily skipped in.
     "OH GIRRRRRL, YOU CAST A SPELLLLL ON MEEEE. OH I CAN HAAAAAARDLY BREATHE. OH GUUUUUUURL. I LOVE YOU GIRL!!!! SLAY ME GIRL! YOU MAKE MY HEART SING GIIIIIIIIRL!" Peter sang at the top of his lungs.
      "Listen kid, you're cute. But, um... THAT WAS THE WORST THING I'VE HEARD ALL DAY, AND I WOKE UP TO MY CAT VOMITING UP A STAPLER. NOT A STAPLE. A STAPLER. NOW GET. OUT." Dumbledore screamed.
       Peter walked back into the lobby. "Don't go in there dude. It's not worth it. He'll eat you alive. Don't do it. Please. I want you to live dude."
        "Number 8, you're up." McGonagall shouted. James switched his sign with Remus's. "Oh, looks like you're up dude." He said looked horrified.
         "Sirius, what should I do?" He asked his friend. "Beatbox." Sirius replied. Remus walked in.
         "Ptsiptsipuhki wickawickawicka." Remus beat boxed his heart out.
         "THAT WAS WIGGITY WIGGITY WACK. I WOULD RATHER LISTEN TO WOLVERINE SCRAPING HIS NAILS ON A CHALKBOARD THAN YOUR BEATBOXING. LEAVE MY THEATRE." Dumbledore's vein was popping out of his neck.
         Remus walked out looking terrified. "Number 9." McGonagall said, giving James a death glare. James reached to switch his number with Sirius's, but Sirius stopped him. "C'mon dude. This is your dream. You can do this." James thought about it. "You're right Sirius. Thank you." He got up and walked toward the theatre.