The Fall Musical Read Free Page A

online? dont people im at yale?
    ok, about changing ur name. uh, no. rachel KOLODZNY will forever be known as the greatest stage manager of all time at rhs and we are ALL expecting to see that name on bway, so the answer is NO!! get some yalie genius to clone you, call THAT one rachel sterling, and send her back to the drama club cuz we STILL don’t have a stage manager (legendary SM shoes are hard to fill!). god we miss you. i miss you. ☹
    the fall musical is gonna be godspell. harrison’s choice. no, im not gonna be the star of this one. i followed yr recommendation & told mr levin I want to be studnt director. i didn’t tell him “cause rachel sez it will look good on my transcript to yale” but i believe it. and besides i am a natural at bossing people around ☺ oh god I will miss acting, tho . . .
    oh. there’s a new girl in town, casey. sweet and fun. nearly peed when she saw kyle. loves bway shows & knows them all—hosanna and halleluya (sp?)!!! she’d be perfect for the peggy role. description in the cast list: “the shy one. sometimes a little slow to get things, but when she does, she commits all the way.” she’s perfect for harrison too, but mr. perfect measures both IQs and waistlines with his eyes and in this case both of them are too high for his taste so he will once again miss out on a golden opportunity, but after trying to knock sense into that greek head since we were five years old, i give up.
    vre harrison . . .
    i love that word—“vre.” it’s greek for “you asshole,” but in a nice way. that’s what harrison sez. when his mom & dad say “vre” before your name it means they’re annoyed. if you say it right, rrrrolling the r, it’s like a slap. an entire culture of people who use asshole as a term of endearment, leave it to the greeks.
    i got mad at colter tonight for letting his hamster loose & called him vre colter. he punched me and i have an unsightly bruise. thinking of suing.
    but i digress. i hope casey can act. she says she’s done straight plays but you should have seen her lie about knowing this kid from her hometown, alex duboff. bad faking. well, i don’t blame her for lying. no one in her right mind would admit knowing that creep.
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    luv and xoxoxoxox,
    bri
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    â€œUm, when you say we have three minutes—does that mean per song or per audition ?” asked Lynnette Freeman, whose hair had been cut, streaked, and shaped into something that resembled a sleeping raccoon. Not exactly the style of the musical Godspell , but interesting.
    â€œPer audition,” Harrison replied for what seemed the hundredth time, holding a sign-up sheet toward her. “We will probably only be hearing one of the songs you prepared—but if we need to hear the other, we will ask you. Fill in a slot and give your music to Ms. Gunderson. She’ll be playing piano.”
    Lynnette leaned over to sign the sheet. Behind her was a long line, freshmen to seniors, forty-three by Harrison’s count, all waiting to try out for ten roles. Everyone was dressed-up, made-up, buffed-up, hair-styled, nails-colored for the occasion.
    Harrison glanced over their heads, looking for Brianna. By now, Brianna should be here. This was not like her. Brianna was usually the first one. She was supposed to have brought the instruction sheets, along with a student helper for sign-up. As the Drama Club vice president, and assistant director of the show, she should have been there.
    As the club president, Harrison was pissed.
    â€œThat’s whack, yo,” muttered a heavyset guy with a swooping emo haircut. “What if you do want to hear two songs? How can we sing a ballad and an up-tempo in three minutes?”
    â€œWe’ll cut you off,” Harrison said. “And you don’t have to start at the beginning of the song. Just pick the best eight to sixteen bars, show them to Ms. Gunderson, and