~Kat~
"Our spring musical," Ms. Lawrence pulled up a colorfully decorated flyer on the holographic display screen. "This year, Mr. Carr has agreed to do a collective project involving almost the entirety of the school's fine arts programs." She looked away, a perturbed expression on her face. "And by that, he means that he's forcing us to accept any and all students into the spring musical."
"Ew!" A collective of groans sounded around the classroom. Cries of: "They'll mess everything up!" and "What's the point of auditions then?" sprung up around the room.
Lawrence looked like she wanted nothing more than to agree with her students, but she forged on in explaining. "Because of this... enlightening opportunity that we have been provided, we may as well as take advantage of it.
"Art has agreed to make the backdrops and props along with Tech Theatre—as if an entire class dedicated to set and props wasn't enough." Lawrence muttered under her breath. "They must think that Tech is incompetent... I'd like to see art try to make functioning, safe set pieces—ha!"
Lawrence rolled her eyes, "Creative Writing will be picking our musical—because trusting a bunch of children to decide on the musical is always a good idea. All the computer classes are managing sound and lights—with very close attention and guidance from people who actually know what they're doing. Band and the Orchestra are doing all the music, and they're making it so that the Choir children are singing a bunch—I hope for their sakes that most of them can act."
Kat glanced at Nick, seeing the horrified expression frozen on his face. "This is going to be the musical from Anarch, isn't it?"
"Worse," Nick muttered. "Much, much worse."
-Valorie-
"We have to perform for a drama production?" Dustin Fisher, second seat first violin, scowled beside Valorie. "A freaking drama production? But we're in competition season! Why are we wasting our time for some flop of a charade?"
"I agree," Coraline Harley, first seat cello player, nodded. "We shouldn't be playing for those ungrateful drama kids!"
"Yeah! They think they can do everything by themselves," Matthew King, second violin third seat, scoffed. "They're probably bad mouthing us right now!"
"I'm sure they're not thrilled with this either," Riley Gross, viola first seat, pointed out. "And what's in it for us?"
Kelsey Ashley, their Orchestra teacher, sighed, "I don't know... Honestly, Mrs. Lawrence and I have a bad history together... I'd do anything to get out of this."
Valorie pursed her lips, absentmindedly plucking her A string as she fingered Twinkle Twinkle.
"And we even have to rehearse with them!" A bass player growled.
"This is dumb!" Some cried from the violas.
"We should just purposely mess up!" A second violin shouted,
"Yeah!"
A barrage of chattering and protesting picked up and the room was filled with arguments and insults. Valorie rolled her eyes in annoyance, pulling out her earbuds.
She scrolled through Netflix, stopping in the Anime and Japanese TV section. She clicked on a random one and watched it for the rest of the period.
~*~
"Valorie!" A hand shook her and Valorie was jolted out of her anime-watching bliss. "Class is over!"
YOU ARE READING
Valor: The Crystal Of Valimor
Science FictionPeople who are brain dead don't just come back all healthy and good... right? Valorie Dorian was just a normal girl. (Key word: was.) Now she's someone else-something else. Valorie Dorian is Valor.