I guess Ellie Mayfield has some problems sticking to the status quo...& staying away from the hot boys in East High's musical production of High School Musical
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"ALRIGHT, we're moving on to the Gabriella's!" Mrs Jen smiled.
As Gina began singing her bars of "Start of Something New," Ellie was frantically looking backstage for Ricky, last minute nerves getting to her. Her heart pounded in her chest, feeling as though it might bust out of her body, and sort of flop around on the ground like a fish out of water.
She was really in the needing for some kind of last minute encouragement from him, as she didn't know whether she wanted to throw up or cry.
Seb put a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it in a feeble attempt to calm her nerves. "I know I don't really know you that well, but something tells me you're gonna do amazing."
Ellie shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose tightly. A migraine was forming across her head, it felt like her brain was bound to explode before she could even get to her turn to audition. "I feel like I'm going to throw up."
Seb stepped back a bit, his hand still remaining on her shoulder. "Do you need, like, water? Or a garbage can?"
She shook her head, feeling hot in her ensemble of a nude-pink toned fitted turtleneck and high waisted jeans.
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ELLIE
"I've left Ricky ten voicemails, six snapchats, and around twenty-five text messages. He promised he would be here, with me. And now he's missing in action and I think I'm gonna ralph all over the stage mid-song."
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"Ellizabeth Mayfield? You're on!"
Seb smiled sympathetically towards her. He had only just spoken to the girl that day, and already had tremendous amounts of faith in her. "You're going to do awesome, now go!"
With a push from Seb, Ellie was waking onto the stage, wincing slightly at the hot stage lights casting white light over her petite stature. "Um, hi," she spoke towards Carlos and Mrs Jen, sitting below the stage. "And it's Ellie, not Elizabeth."
Mrs Jen leaned towards Carlos, whispering curiously. "What intel do you have?" She asked, nodding towards her.
Carlos gushed. "Junior, cheerleader. Sweetest girl ever but I've never heard her sing. Rumors are that she has brewing bad blood with Nini Salazar, the next auditioner for Gabriella."
