School Auditorium: Auditions, beginning Noonish.

[stickittotheme.livejournal.com]

The lights are up up on the stage, and Dewey sits in the middle of the center aisle of seats, a notebook and pen in hand, and his iPod at the ready in case there are any lulls in auditions.

Yes, that is seriously how low-key Dewey has set up auditions. Get up on stage and do your monologue and sing your song, and you shall be properly auditioned.

[ooc: Wait for OCD! OCD up! Audition to your heart's content!]

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Re: Audition: Act and Sing!

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna coughed and recited a poem thing she had learned. Her eyes are firmly fixed to a spot somewhere in the back of the room. At least it's short.


I never knew war, I was born far too late
I read all about it in books everywhere
I didn't believe in the stories of heroes
I saw but the blood of a mother
who's children were not to return

I heard the stories from those who survived
I dreamed I saw the men die in blood
I thought I knew war...but it then came for me.

Alanna fled back to her own seat.

Re: Audition: Act and Sing!

[stickittotheme.livejournal.com]

"Wow, great poem, Alanna," Dewey says. "Thanks for auditioning!"