Sunday

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Sunday was seated in the middle in front of a long table inside the auditorium. She was smiling at the people lining horizontally from her.

"Good afternoon, guys. I am Sunday and I will be directing the play. On my right is Monica, the writer of the story and Diana is the dramaturge." Sunday introduced. The students nodded and greeted them.

"This time, we will be very strict in choosing because the school will be inviting other schools, art schools, and some politicians. The profit from the show will be donated to the Help A Child organization." Sunday announced.

"I know you all heard the news during  break that a baby was thrown from the window by her father. Fortunately, she survived and in the hospital right now. She needs our help for her head surgery and the organization is asking us if we can lend a hand." She added.

Someone raised her hand. "How much will the ticket cost?"

"$3.11, Jane."

"I can ask help from my family members in Florida. My cousin can bake and sell cookies."

Diana beamed. "That would be wonderful, Jane. Thank you for that."

Monica stood up. "Okay. So, let's start because time is running out. I have the list here and . . . Keith, you're first. I'm guessing you already read the script Diana gave you earlier?"

"Yeah." Keith answered and went in front. "Erm. I'll be auditioning for the role of the police officer who helped the orphan."

"Okay. Good luck." Diana said.

The audition took longer than expected. Many students came and insisted on auditioning. Sunday and the two had no choice but to let them.

When the last person was done, Sunday packed up and fixed her things. Monica cleaned the auditorium and Diana placed the chairs on the stockroom.

Monica exhaled. "Man, it was tiring."

"I know right." Diana responded.

Sunday sighed as they walked out the room. "We need to decide tonight who will take the part of the orphan, social worker, the senator, and the policeman. The others can just be supporting characters."

The two nodded. "Yeah. We'll set a meeting tomorrow at lunch and start our practice in the afternoon. I guess we'll just have to email the casts later after choosing." Diana commented.

"I'll print out the whole script and give it to them at the meeting. So, where are we going?" Monica asked. They already reached the parking lot of the school. Diana offered to drive today.

"We can go to Artifact Coffee." Sunday offered.

"Sure."

The cafe was not that packed when they arrived. They ordered their drinks and sat at the far end.

Diana placed her head on the palm of her hands. "I think we should cast Felicity as the orphan. She really have these emotions in her."

Sunday sipped her Honey Macchiatto and nodded her head. "She'll be good. What do you think?" She looked over to Monica who was re-reading the script.

"It's because Felicity was adopted when she was 12 by her aunt. Of course she has the emotions."

Sunday frowned. "What happened to her parents?"

"Crackheads." Diana shrugged.

'That's sad."

As Monica ordered a potato salad, Diana and Sunday talked. Sunday considered Keith to play the police officer but Diana insisted on choosing Mike.

"No. Mike is too . . . hard for that role." Sunday rolled her eyes.

Diana gave her a look. "And Keith is not? Keith is soft?"

"Keith is gentle. And we want that for the police officer. He will be adopting the orphan in the end." Sunday argued.

Monica arrived and sat down. "We can put Mike as the senator. I mean, when the orphan asked for help, he just looked down on the kid, said some bad things and walked away."

"But I am envisioning a female one." Diana disagreed.

Monica scratched her head due to stress. "We'll go on that later but I say, let's put Jane as the social worker."

"She can be." Sunday told her.

After debating for almost two hours, they already have their casts.

"Okay. That's it, guys. We have our winners." Diana smiled.

Sunday yawned and gave the list to Monica. "Please email them tonight and tell them to see us at the auditorium by lunch."

Monica rubbed her eyes. "I know. I know. I guess I'll see you two tomorrow."

"Yeah. I hope this will turn out fine."

It was nine in the evening when Sunday reached home. She was so tired and sleepy. It was a bit early, though. She usually sleeps at 12.

Just when she thought everything went back to normal, her stomach growled and she came running to the toilet.

When will this puking ever stop? She wondered. When will this go away?