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"Yes, I may be the director here, but no one auditioned for JD, so guess who that is?" Mark crossed his arms. "Me. And you of course, (Y/N), have gotten the role of Veronica, since you are the only one in this joint that knows what Heathers is."

I nodded my head with excitement. I've gotten the role of Veronica Sawyer. "Thank you."

Then we had scripts. Very, lengthy, scripts. "We're skipping all of the explicit content, so when we do Dead Girl Walking, (Y/N), you will instead just grabbing JD by the collar and so on," Mark said, explaining what would happen.

We started rehearsing. "September 1, 1989. Dear Diary, I believe I'm a good person, you know I think there's good in everyone, but here we are, first day of senior year!" I started quirky.

"(Y/N), that was good," Mark complimented. "I'm glad they voted you Veronica."

"Well, you sure play a good JD, if you don't ask me," I smiled, looking where I was going.

"Would you like to go out tonight?" Mark asked. "I want to get to know you a little more, since we're supposed to be 'lover's in the play, you know."

"Margos. Eight sharp," I spoke. "I have time then."

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