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P.O.V. Marina Stratis
With Rose’s explanation, the storybook idea made even less sense. Well, I knew what to do now. I could at least start working and stay busy here. But it just highlighted once again that Rose and I were not the same. In musicals, every song already was a story. If you were talented enough, every line of dialogue or reaction to someone else’s dialogue was a story. They all joined together, like branches from a tree, and told one story, but they were still each a story. There was a reason people in talent shows performed ‘Defying Gravity’ instead of all of Wicked. Why did she want me to make the songs stories like they weren’t already?
But I had more than enough work cut out for me without debating the philosophies of theater and censorship. I’d begun thinking of how to give each song a beginning, middle and end outside of the first and last notes. It was difficult, but I knew costuming and blocking would help. And I had begun thinking about which song on Rose’s list would be mine.
The process, which I gave every second of spare time I had- at t(e cost of my sleep, was helped along by the notes I kept receiving. Apparently, leaving that note complementing the girl who was in here before me wasn’t too forward. In fact, she had been leaving them back. At first, it was just a quick ‘Thanks’ and then, we started really talking. We talked about music, about our families, about life at the school. More recently, she complimented my singing. She had listened to me!
The thought of someone caring enough to know what I sounded like was almost a miracle. Through all of my morning classes, my only though was of getting to the practice room. After the practice room, all I could think of was if she was writing a response right now.
It was stupid. This was probably just a silly game to her, leaving notes to someone she’d never met. Who knew if she was even telling the truth about her family and her life. She might be reading this note to all of her friends in school and laughing.
But somehow, she felt right. Like someone here finally cared about me.
Not that Rose wasn’t great. I loved working with her in our room, not having to worry about first impressions or messing up any more. But she seemed…distant. Especially recently. She kept looking at me like she was trying to figure something out. But we were comfortable-ish, and that was enough.
When I came to the practice room this morning, there was a note, as always. But instead of a funny childhood story or annoyed comment about how horrible the people here are, it was the shortest note yet.
Meet in real life?
I ****** in a breath. I had been dreaming about this since we started exchanging notes, but I had never imagined it could actually happen. Much less that she would suggest it. I had always gotten the feeling, just from our notes, that I was more invested in her than she was in me. This girl was the only thing getting me through some days. The nights when all I could see was Hunter, I imagined that she had been there, stroking my back and making all the bruises disappear.
We couldn’t meet. What if she saw me and actually listened to me and saw what a mess I am? We exchanged funny notes and stories, not deep and meaningful feelings. I would mess this up. There was a reason I had so few friends- no, acquaintances – back at home. And then she would see me and hate me and I would have no real friends here, too.
But I was dying, not seeing her. Sometimes I pictured her, even thoughI had never really seen her, and what my life would have been like if I’d had someone like her back at home. Even if she was nothing like I’d thought she was…she was someone.
So I carefully scrawled onto a piece of notebook paper, Where and when?
It was an answer, but I could still back out if need be.
I cut my practice way short, leaving after distractedly running through a few of the songs. All I could focus on was the girl. With a voice like that, I should know her already. Even for this school, she was incredible. Wouldn’t word have gotten around by now? But I hadn’t heard her voice in any of my classes or auditions for Rose’s show, and I had definitely been listening for her. Still, I was afraid I would be let down by what I saw. What if she wasn’t the kind, consoling person I imagined her to be? She was all I had here, and I wasn’t sure I could live with that.
So I lay down instead of attending another workshop, imagining her looking at me intensely, smiling, and telling me all of the things I so desperately needed to hear.
I was startled out of my fantasy when Rose opened our door and walked in, glancing at me almost in fear. Ready to ask what was wrong, I leapt off of my bed when she crumpled to the floor in a faint.
sorry, I didn’t have time to read through this, excuse my grammar!
It’s good, I really want to know who the girl is! And why did Rose faint?
Oh, nice! You managed to get through the old part with the musical and then managed to get to fainting part. The timeline doesn’t get everything super right all the time in this RP, but it managed to get you caught up.
@stymphrider the character is @basicallykiko77 ‘s Meggie, who my character heard/met a few chapters ago.
@lucyeverynameoflumaria , yeah, sorry it took me so long to get caught up! My semester just ended so I had lots of exams mixed in with the start of play rehearsal. I should be able to write a lot more now, especially once I finish my solo story.
Oh, my lordie. Why are chapters so gooooood! Ah. Good chapter 🙂
In the future, could you tag me? Please, because I am part of the collab?