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!]

Comments

Re: Bug Dewey!

[fh_extras]

Hee-haw. The Play is the Thing.

Re: Bug Dewey!

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*From his spot in the audience, Hamlet wonders how the donkey know his lines and whether or not he's also trying to catch the conscious of the king.*

Re: Bug Dewey!

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's eyes widen, and she ignores it. Ignore ignore ignore ignore.

"Yes, jazz hands," she says, in fact looking about a foot above Dewey's head. And she demonstrates.

Re: Bug Dewey!

[stickittotheme.livejournal.com]

"Are you feeling okay? Cause I'm not exactly sure what you're getting at. What's your name, anyhows?" Dewey raises an eyebrow since she's not even really looking at him.

Re: Bug Dewey!

[fh_extras]

Pen is Mightier Than The Sword. Hee-haw.

Re: Bug Dewey!

[fates_jaye]

Ignore ignore ignore ignore.... "Jaye Tyler," she says. "Trust me, jazz hands are gold."

And when she turns to look in any other direction because she doesn't want to put a kink in her neck, she sees Cally and her pen.

"Son of a bitch," she says, not caring that she's talking to the faux acting whatever principal. "To recap. Jazz hands. Gold. Blockbuster success. Trust me," she says, and wanders over to Cally.