Sweeter Than Icecream

6 | Audition Hell

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Lucy and Oscar had been helping each other practice there lines, while Amanda glared holes in to the back of Lucy's head—Oscar staying as clueless as ever.

"Lucy, your up next."

Those four words made Lucy feel like crying. Oscar smiled at her encouragingly. "You'll do great." She saw a flash of silver in his mouth as he spoke, but Lucy figured it was just a trick of the light.

Lucy climbed up the steps as walked to centre stage wishing the ground would just swallow her up. Her palms were sweaty and her lips was sore from how hard she was biting them.

"Off you go." Miss. Thompson said, spinning around to face her on the blue office chair.

"Oh, how much I wish I could go to the ball." Lucy started.

It was so hard—she couldn't be too good otherwise she would be stuck with a big part where she'd spend most of her time on centre stage, but if she was terrible, Lucy risked getting a humiliating and boring part. Last year she had been put as a tree. She had to stay on stage for the whole two hours and her costume was the most embarrassing thing ever. Not to mention it was itchy!

Lucy began to feel sick at the thought, but carried on, her and Miss. Thompson going back and forth—Lucy as Cinderella and her teacher as the prince.

"Oh my good, she looks green!"

"Do you think she's going to throw up?"

"Maybe she's reenacting last Saturday with her won vomit. You know, when she spilt milkshake all over the new guy? This is drama class after all."

"Nah, dude, he's too far away."

Lucy could hear the whispers and less that a second later, she was throwing up the contents of her stomach on the stage floor.

At that moment she only had one thing to be thankful for; that she was no where near Oscar Woods this time.

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Most of the damage had been on her shirt and trainers—and Lucy felt jealous of the stage and the fact that it took only one swipe of a wet whips for it to be clean. You couldn't even tell anything had happened! Lucy was another story though.

Oscar had been a perfect gentleman, while everyone else was 'ew(ing)' and a chorus of 'gross(s)' echoed the theatre, Oscar was on his feet and offering to take me to the nurse to Miss. Thompson.

The teacher agreed obviously, still looking shocked of the current events, and gave Lucy bunch of colourful napkins on her way out.

Oscar had kept his arm securely around Lucy's waist on the walk to the nurse's room without flinching at the vomit on her shirt.

Lucy was thankful he had been there to help her, otherwise she would have been been more embarrassed.

Finally, they reached the nurses room.

Mrs. Broom, a sweet old lady, pulled down her glasses and got up to her feet. "Oh you poor thing!" Her old and wise eyes looked over to Oscar next before saying, "Take her into the disabled toilet. It's just over there."

Luckily, the toilet was inside the nurse's room, because she had a feeling students would be flooding the halls any second now.

Oscar nodded and with his arm still on Lucy's waist, he steered her to the toilet.

"Are you okay?" He asked as soon as the door was shut.

And it was then that tears ran freely down Lucy's face. She wished desperately that she could be like the girls on tv who managed to cry and still look gorgeous, but Lucy was the opposite—snot ran down her nose, tears following there path, while she coughed and tried not to choke.