Adopted By The Wrong Number: Chris Evans Fanfic: Part 2

Chapter 3- Playwriting

I got the thumbs up for Life. I decided to make the songs first. Which were very specific toward the characters, and what is supposed to happen.

I had to have at least 10 songs, and I was only at 4. Chris had been asking what I was doing since I've been spending alot more time on the piano, and on my guitar. Making the beats, and stuff.

"Hope I wanna talk to you!" I heard from the kitchen. It's Saturday, and I have only came out for breakfast, which all I did was take a banana to my room. Also I chose to work alone, which was stupid on my part, but I don't do people.

I ran to the kitchen. "You summoned me?" He nodded. "So you know how I've been talking to my manager alot about the new movie." I nodded. "Yep the murder mystery. Knives Out. When do you start shooting and where?"

"Why am I not suprised, of course you know what I needed to talk to you about. Anyway good news we're shooting in Massachusetts. We start shooting in a couple days." I nodded trying to get him to summerize everything.

"Well I'll be home like an hour or 2 after you get home from school. So that's pretty much it." I gave him a thumbs up, and went back to my room.

I had to get these songs finished, and finish the lines in 3 weeks. I got 3 weeks, but I have to have some dialog in 2 weeks, so that people could audition.

Plus all of my homework on top of it, that means I can't procrastinate at all. Also Choir is going well for me, the teach wanted to move me up, but I said no due to that I would basically change my whole schedule, and I don't want that.

I played one of the songs for my characters. Which is self conceeded, so the song is a bit narcissistic. It's called Look at me.

I hated writing this song, but its for the character the grew up in a very wealthy family, and didn't have to work for a thing. It fits.

The only bad thing, since Chris doesn't know about the musical, and this a weird song just to be humming too.

I am very glad I can bullshit writing, and still make it creative. I got a text message.

ReallEST Bitch:
How far along are you on the musical, because we both know you've been working on it non stop.

CANDY ASS:
are we right?

Dying Hoe:
Well now I have 4 outta 10 songs done. And 10 pages of dialog

So pretty far along for a week

But I'm tired.

CANDY ASS:
we could help if you want.

ReallEST Bitch:
When and Where?

We'll be there. Our family is dealing with Drama.

Something about one of my Tio who had his kid, and now he wants some custody over my cousin.

CANDY ASS:
OUR COUSIN

Dying Hoe:
I could try to convince Chris to let you come over today?

CANDY ASS:
do it

ReallEST Bitch:
Okay Nike

CANDY ASS:
It's Mike

ReallEST Bitch:
Ik

You sound like the commercial

Dying Hoe:
Okay no sibling fighting

I'll go ask

I threw my phone on my bed. Chris was playing with Dodger in the backyard. "Dad?" He threw the ball. "Yes?" "Can Mike and Marisol come over?" He thought about it. "For what exactly?" I'm going to lie, but tell the truth.

"To go over lines." He looked at me strangely. "Your in drama. Why didn't you tell me?" I shook my head no. "Nope. Not im Drama. Anxiety is bad, can't do that. Mike and Marisol are in drama." He made an O with his mouth. "I don't see why not. How long though?"

"Until 8?" He started trying to get the ball from Dodger. "Sounds good." I gave him a quick hug, and retreated back to my room. I grabbed my phone, and opened it. 50 messages.

Dying Hoe:
Stop blowing up my fucking phone

YOU LIBERALLY LIVE WITH EACHOTHER. STOP BEING FUCKING PETTY

My dad said you can stay till 8.

And it's 3, so get your asses over here.

ReallEST Bitch:
I'm going.

CANDY ASS:
We are biking over there.

So give us 15 more minutes.

Dying Hoe:
Stop biking and texting

You will get hurt.

CANDY ASS:
Fine!

ReallEST Bitch:
K.

And sure enough 15 minutes later, I've got 2 other teenagers at my front door. I let them in, they said a quick Hi to 'Mr.Evans', and with them here, I can shut my door.

I shut it. Mike took his usual spot on the bean bag, and Marisol on my bed. "Okay show me!" Marisol took my lap top, and I gave Mike the notebook filled with the 4 songs I got so far.

"First of all. I know you love science, but you NEED to do writing." Marisol said meanwhile reading it. "Or something in music. Can you play us one of the songs?" "I got you." I grabbed my guitar.

I finished the rest of the song. "I like it." Mike said from the corner. "You better. Took me 2 hours to write." Marisol luaghed. "So it's called Life, its about people from different life styles." I nodded. "You have alot done. Why didn't you want any help from the other contestants though?"

I sighed. "That would mean having to agree on ideas, lyrics, and lines. Which means arguing, when I could get this done so much faster by myself." Mike had an agreeing look meanwhile nodding. "True dat. True dat." We both luaghed.

We spent the day writing. Mike writing down the lyrics I make up as I go. Marisol helping me with plots. I know they aren't supposed to know, but they wanted to help. So I just told them what to write.

Like agreed upon, they left at 8, and we ended up finished 2 more songs, along with 5 more pages of dialog. I was happy with how it was turning out, and hopefully I get this full thing done by 2 weeks, that way I could help out with auditions.

She told me that I can go, because I am the one who envisioned the characters. Today turned out to be an overall success, and a definite dent in the writing.