Impress Your Partner

iChapter One

Jack Frost

Well, hello there. You must be new to this story, or perhaps you've been here since the beginning? Either way, you must think that's it is a cliche romance about the popular boy that changes for the loser girl. Nope! Actually, I'll just let you find this out for yourself. It was the beginning of freshman year, at the auditions....

:Tellmore School Auditions:

I sat impatiently, tapping nervously on my leg while the person before us entered the audition room. The Big Four sat in a semicircle of chairs, all paranoid. Would they fail the audition? Would they make it to the call backs? At 14 years old, I was pretty young to be the lead singer of such a successful band. We played some gigs and have a couple 100,000 downloads on music and music videos, but our drummer, "Hiccup" Haddock III, thought we needed more "experience" and enrolled us into this school. It's just a matter of getting in now. If we don't make it, then we aren't good enough (in the words on Hiccup). 

Tellmore is the most prestigious performing arts school in the country, where all the greats went to become stars. But getting in isn't your only problem. The real test is graduating. You must have an A or higher in your performing arts class, and a B+ or higher in academic classes. Then, you have to be able to book 3 professional gigs in one month, do 15 hours of community service for good publicity, find a manager and publicist,  and us anything goes wrong? Your kicked out of the school and you can never return.

But when I say successful, I don't mean Disney Channel successful. I mean make-a-movie-with-Brad-Pitt successful. Grammy-winning successful. It's a serious school for serious artists. You can major in Theatre, Dance, Music, Vocal, or Directing. Or you can go to the regular Tellmore University, where all you average stuff is. It's a big risk to audition, because I'm doing this instead of going to high school. My parents expect a lot from me.

"Hey, Jack?" My guitarist, Flynn, asked me, pulling me out if my thoughts. "Shouldn't we be practicing?"

"We'll be fine. We're probably the best group here, Flynn. You don't need to worry about it." Hans, our bassist, shrugged and winked at one of the girls practicing a dance next to us. She looked at him disgusted and moved to the other side of the room.

"Oh, better luck next time, Isles. You can't get all of 'em." I laughed at him as he scowled at me.

"Well, Frost, don't look now, but there's a babe staring at you, and heading this way." Flynn smirked and I felt someone sit down next to me.

"Hello. I'm Lana Winters, reporter for the Briarcliff Times, an independent newspaper company." She waited for a reaction, but got nothing but a couple of blank stares. "I'm would just like a quick interview with you four."

One word: publicity. "Absolutely!"

"What are your names?" She asked, her huge lips pursed at me.

"I'm Jack Overland, the nerd over here is Henry Haddock, the flirt is Eugene Fitzherbert. And the prince is Hans Isles." We all had plans to change our names.

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from Burgress, Pennsylvania. Hans is from some European country ("Hey!"), Henry is from Berk, and Gene is from some other country." He laughed.

"Alright. Do you think you'll make it big at Tellmore?"

Hiccup spoke up. "I hope. I dragged these guys to this audition, so if we fail, they'll blame me. But I think we're ready to move on from little gigs. I think we're ready to make this a career."

"Thanks boys. Good luck."