The Fanfiction 2 or Why Does Technology Hate Me So Much?

Chapter 1

"Come on, Ellie! I wanna see the cast list!" Sami begged as I collected my books from my locker. I gave her a look, and she shut up, but she still seemed antsy to see the list. I finished collecting my books, and we rushed to the auditorium to look at the posted cast list. We arrived, shoved our short selves through the crowd to see the paper.

I scanned the paper, looking for either one of our names. I found mine closer to the top, near the ensemble and small parts. It said I was going to be that lady who buys a paper from Les and gives him a dime, and I was also going to double as a random newsie at points. Cool. That lady is such a nifty random part.

I kept scanning, looking for Sami's name. I found it near the bottom, with the bigger parts. (Our lists are arranged upside down. It's weird.) I looked at what she was going to play and did a double take. After I was able to believe my eyes, I almost burst out laughing at the awkward irony. Sami was going to place Race. 

It made sense, if I really thought about it. Playing Race involves leading a tap number, and Sami is an epic dancer. The annoyed tension that had sprouted between them when he was here, though, is what made it seem crazy to me.

"Hey Sami," I said teasingly, "It seems you are playing your arch nemesis." 

She rushed forward to look at the paper, saw I wasn't lying, and burst out laughing. We left the school, and rushed to my house to talk about the casting and the new online scripts we were given logins for. 

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A week later, we were having a costumed on book (with script) run of Act 1, (we move really, really unrealistically fast through these sorts of things) which I had to be present for, seeing as my one line was in that act. I read my one line, and was getting through rehearsal without my signature happening in life, ruining perfectly good technology, occuring. I went to grab some water while looking over something in my script, when I magically spilled water on my phone before going on as some lady watching Medda's show. I rushed to get on stage, and made my cue. However, something seemed different about the Medda set. It seemed realer, and after a minute, I realized that there was no show on at that moment and the theater was empty. I assumed someone had called a five minute break when I wasn't paying attention, and went back the way I came, past the curtain and through the double doors that led back to the hall where my bag was and I had dropped my phone before going on.

When I made it through the doors, I wasn't in the hallway. I was on a street that seemed to be part of 1899 Manhattan.