[ Ilya ]
In a dreamscape of snow and dim streetlamps, my gaze shifted to the window in my room as I sat in bed. It had been snowing the past few hours, or so I thought was hours. The windows were covered with frost, it was probably frigid out there.
I remember reaching to the window, hearing a buzzing noise from in front of me as I slowly slipped out of my dream, hand landing on my vibrating phone next to my bed, picking up the call as I held it to my slightly pointed ear. "Good morning..." I mumbled sleepily, voice soft.
"Is this Ilya Rosewyne?" a female voice called from the other end.
Ugh, girls. I thought, rolling my eyes instinctively. "Yes, ma'am." I answered.
"I called to tell you that you've been casted for the play you auditioned for a month or so ago. Congratulations. The group will meet for the first time later today, I shall message you the details. Good luck, Rosewyne." the lady said before hanging up.
I made it? Really? I wonder who I'll end up playing! She didn't say anything about a character change so hopefully I got who I auditioned for! I thought to myself before I drifted back to sleep for the rest of the two hours I had to sleep in, warm sun starting to drift in through the window.
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[ Frosted Windows ] W.I.P
General FictionW.I.P // Ilya was your average drama major, who had just gotten casted for a role in a play being made in his hometown. He got the role of a gay character, and upon meeting who had the role of his character's crush; he could tell this would be a lon...