The Island Princess

Chapter 8. Method acting

{Location: Silverthorn Collage theater}(Skylor's POV)

"PLACES PEOPLE!" Taylor runs around with his clipboard, "The show starts soon."

We know. I roll my eyes as I keep moaning through my vocal warm-up, "Me, mi, mo, mu." I repeat that as I check each chair in here. Just to make sure it has the 'enough hight' to see the stage. According to Taylor. Geez, dude, I think that people are smart enough to move if they can't see what they want to see.

Taylor throws his hands up in the air, "Drew, what is with your make up? You need to cover all the non-black spots."

Sam chuckles as she helps me with the seat, "Man. I am so glad I didn't get to play Lord Garmadon."

"Yeah," I break from my warm up, "Rember that first play back in high school? Our midnight lady?"

"Oh yeah," Sam snaps her fingers despite her wearing a glove, "Man, you had a serious rash after that sucker."

"Yeah and then I had to right back up for the next play." I pause. There are 600 seats in the auditorium not counting the balconies. And we've sold exactly 599 tickets. One seat will be empty and I can't help but think of how perfect it would be for Clover to have that seat. But no, my father has to be a total jerk and keep him on the island another day or two.

"Hey," Sam puts her elbows on the seat, "My old man will be recording the play. So you can still show Clover. Problem solved."

"I know." I pull myself from the seat, "It's just not the same without him."

"You're still here tomorrow right?" Sam starts patting the seats for possible lose change, "I know I suck at archery but if you wanna, we can go to the range and shoot for a bit."

"You'd do that?"

"Yeah." She leans forward as I make my way to the stage, "Just don't make fun of me if I don't even come close to hitting the target."

"No promises," I head backstage, where the stagehands are rushing around, trying to get all props, costumes, and actors in their right places. I spot Das, the head stagehand, quietly giving out orders and everyone ignoring him. I turn away, I'm not too proud of myself for how harsh I was in breaking up with him but I really don't want to do it a fifth time. I touch up my makeup, act 1, I don't have too many lines so I get to stand there awkwardly, looking at the spot Clover could have sit in, "I thought you had a date with Ethan though."

"But that's in the evening." She gives me a side hug, wrinkling her costume, "Besides I need all the time I can get with you before you're gone." She snickers witch turns into singing, "My best friend lies over the ocean. My best friend lies over the sea. My best friend lies over the ocean. So bring back my best friend to me!"

She actually pretty good but I can't help but elbow her in the gut, "Quite. You're supposed to be resting your voice," I lower my voice to a whisper as Taylor runs after Carol, my understudy and not a very good actress I might add.

Sam shakes her head, "Fine," she quieter than a mouse, strange sounding coming from her, "How's this?"

I make an ok sign with my index finger and thumb, "Perfect."

Taylor runs back, "Where's the script? I need to make a few improvements." He freezes and points to me, "Mostly with your corruption scene." He dashes off again before explaining.

I shrug my shoulders as Sam runs through her first few lines. I get back to my, 'me, mi, mo, mu,' warm up.

The curtain falls as the crowd comes in, making everyone shush each other back here. I shut up and get ready to just stand there and look pretty. Act 3 is when I really get to shine but that's a ways off.