Downhill

Chapter 65

I suppose I should still be a little bit mad at Lee for not even finding two seconds to drop me one simple text. But how can I stay angry knowing the situation he was in.

He sent me a text promising to email me as often as possible as texts would be way too expensive for both of us, especially with how much we’ll talk. If it’s anything like we used to be, we’ll text each other at least fifty times a day.

“Here’s a notepad,” Dan says, handing me and Caleb each a different coloured pad, “Just write down the person’s name then your thoughts about them.”

“Okay,” Caleb nods.

“It’s the singing auditions first, then the dancing ones then the people who do both,” I remind them, “If you think that one person is like, the one for the male part then put a star by his name or something.”

“Got it,” Dan says.

“So what happens if the person gets picked by more than one group?” Caleb asks.

“Then they get to choose which music video they want to be in,” I tell him.

“Right,” Caleb says.

“Guys are you sure you want me to sing Kesha’s bit?” I ask, “I’m sure we can find a better girl.”

“No, you’re amazing you have to do it,” Dan says.

“He’s right, and Reid says that too,” Caleb adds.

“Alright then,” I say.

“Let’s just go in without Reid, we’re already late,” Dan says.

“Remember our slot is only until lunch so don’t hold out and hope that someone better comes later, if they’re good circle them,” Caleb says as we walk through the doors.

There’s random lines of four seats scattered  around the hall, we’re late so we get the one nearest the doors at the back.

“Okay, so we’ll start now then if that’s okay?” Mr Hensley says as he leans against the stage at the front. 

“I’m nervous for the people auditioning,” I tell Dan and Caleb who are sitting to my left, there’s an empty seat for Reid on my right. 

“Me too, there’s a lot of my friends auditioning as well so we have to pick them,” Dan smiles. I don’t know any of his friends so I assume he’ll tell us who they are afterwards. 

The first guy walks on stage and starts singing a song from Les Mis, one of my favourite musicals. He’s good but not amazing, so I write my thoughts about him on my notebook under his name. 

Reid walks in half way through the third person’s song and slides into the seat next to me.

“What did I miss?” he asks. I don’t reply as the girl singing is already distracted by him.

Dan flings his arm out across me and passes Reid a notebook and pen without taking his eyes off the singer. He looks down at the page and picks up the pen as if he doesn’t know what to do. I nudge him and point my pen at what I’ve already written, he nods and copies this girl’s name down. 

A few more auditions in I look over at what Reid’s written down. His notes for each person only consist of a few words:

Shit, decent, shut up, boring, ugly and one just has a drawing of a penis.

I sigh and he looks at me, “That guy was a dick, what else can I say?” Reid shrugs. 

“Why was he a dick?” I whisper.