Emma huffed as she realized the drama teacher was late. Again. She got up to stretch her legs, pushing aside the nauseous feeling in her stomach as she stood. She was quick to tug at her t-shirt and make sure she was hidden in it.
She bit her lip, silently praying that Haydenwouldn't make it. She almost felt bad for wishing that on someone, but...working with him would make this a nightmare.
Hayden groaned and dropped his bag and the script on the floor next to him before slouching in his seat, closing his eyes and kicking his feet up onto the back of the chair infront of him. This teacher was insufferable... he had rushed for nothing, if he had of gotten a speeding ticket he would have been furious at that moment.
Finally, the teacher arrived with a trail of flying papers, her hair in a messy bun.
"Sorry I'm late!" She practically sang. "Let's get started right away, please. Whowants to go first?"
Emma sighed, making herself smile.
"I'll go first." She said brightly.
Hayden popped open an eye as the teacher entered, looking flustered and disorganized. When Emma volunteered to go first he sat up a little straighter and opened the other eye as well. This he had to see.
Emma got up to the stage, leaving her script at her seat.. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. Steadying herself. Preparing herself.
And then...She was in character.
She began to say the lines, to act them. But they didn't seem acted. It was as if she was Juliet herself, breathing and speaking the lines naturally.
Hayden sat up fully in his seat as Emma performed her lines. He was drawn in by the way the words flowed easily and rythmically through her lips, loosing all sense of the shy girl she had seemed to be lately. She really took on her character and Hayden was surprised to say the least... as much as he disliked this girl he had to admit, she was good.
Emma finished, then did a little bow with a slight triumphant smile. She was confident in her abilities, and she felt an even bigger rush of confidence when she saw the teacher beaming as she took down notes.
She carefully adjusted her shirt then went to her seat.
"Next!" The teacher trilled.
Hayden sighed and pushed himself out of his seat, "I'll go." He said as he made his way to the front and jumped up onto the stage. He brushed his hair out of his green eyes and looked down at the floor briefly. Composing himself, shedding off his normal persona and taking on that of his character before he looked up and delievered his lines to the small audience before him, getting lost in his characters emotions and actions.
Emma sighed as she watched. She still felt queasy, but it was easier to forget watching Hayden.
She had to admit, while she didn't like him, he was quite the actor.
Though her stomach sank when she considered what that meant. He could end up as Romeo.
Suddenly, she found herself hoping she didn't get Juliet.
Hayden finished his lines and sent the teacher a small smile before exiting the stage and heading back to his seat. He sat and got ready to sit through more performances, shoving back the craving to go out and have a cigarette the longer he waited.
Emma stayed in her seat as the other students began to audition. She took deep breaths, but eventually she could fight back the nausea.
She quickly excused herself, starting to make a dash for the bathroom.
Unfortunately, she only made it partway out the door before she threw up, to her utter mortification.
Hayden watched Emma dash out of the room. He grabbed his cigarettes and his lighter before slinking out after her, he made it out just in time to see her hunch over and throw up on the ground. Nerves. He wrinkled his nose momentarily before walking up behind her, "You okay?" He asked, perching an unlite cigarette between his lips.
"Urk....Fine..." Emma grunted, hugging herself in the baggy shirt. She wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, face bright red with humiliation. She wouldn't look up at him. "Smoking? Really?"
Hayden laughed a bit, "It's not lite... yet." He shrugged and placed his hand on her back, pushing her a little to get her moving. "Come on, you should get some air." He motioned towards the front door.
"I'll be fine." Emma grumbled. "I think I might puke again if I see you light that thing." She held her head up high, trying to seem taller, more in control.
Hayden put his hands up in an 'I surrender' kind of way and shrugged, "Fine. I was just trying to help." He mumbled around the cigarette before heading outside and leaving her behind. He pulled his lighter from his pocket and lite up his cigarette, drawing the smoke in and exhailing before putting the lighter back in his pocket.
Emma went to the bathroom to clean herself off. She looked at herself in the mirror and scowled. She started to wash her face vigorously with the cold water that came out of the faucet, washing her face, trying to look normal as she took deep breaths and adjusted her shirt.
Hayden finished up and stomped out the remainder of the smoke and headed back inside. He went and told one of the janitors in the building that there was a mess in the hallway, the mishap of an actor with nerves before he went back and took his seat. He enetered and sat down as a girl on stage mangled her lines, her face growing even more red with each fumble. He tossed the cigarettes back in his bag and muttered something about just trying to be polite before settling into his chair once again.
Shakily, Emma put a bright smile on her face. She tugged her shirt a little more, telling herself it didn't show. She dried off her face with a wad of paper towels before heading back to her seat and scooping up her patchwork bag.
She rooted through it for a second before pulling out a stick of mint gum. She started to chew, to make her mouth feel fresher.
((This is my last post for the night! Just thought I'd let you know.))
Hayden glanced over quickly as Emma walked in, directing his attention back to the front again when he realized who it was. How many more auditions were there... he just wanted to get out of here now. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he took it out, reading the text message and replying before replacing it.