Wire Hearts and Paper Dreams (3)

By the end of the day, I was more than ready to go home. I hadn't seen Vincent or Sebastian all afternoon long, which was both disappointing and relieving. I liked Vincent, but Sebastian made me uncomfortable with his silence and hooded face, not to mention the fact that he had been following me home last night. I sighed, walking into the auditorium where the auditions for the play where happening. With a pounding head and tired limbs, I sat down in the front row of seats, startled when a hand landed on my shoulder.

I turned quickly, only to find Vincent beaming behind me. "You're an actor?" He asked, not moving his hand. I blushed furiously, my skin itching beneath his cool fingers. "Yea, I guess. You guys are into drama?" Vincent shrugged, pointing to a statuesque Sebastian sitting next to him. "Not so much my thing," He said, his hand still on my shoulder. "Sebastian is the one with the talent." Just then Mrs.McCleary, our acting coach, clacked on stage, her three inch heels not doing anything to give her five foot figure height. "Alright," She said, and I felt the fingers slipping from my shoulder. I shivered, just once, taking a deep breath.

I zoned out as Mrs. McCleary droned on with an introduction to our, as she put it, "dramatically filled evening". I focused on the character I wanted to play. I didn't pay attention to the other auditions until I vaguely heard the name Sebastian Tadahiro. My head snapped up and my eyes focused on the stage where Sebastian was standing, hood still up, slouching slightly, hands in pockets. "Mr. Tadahiro, who or what are you playing and from what play is it?" Mrs. McCleary asked from her seat on the steps in the back of the room. Sebastian slipped his hood back, and my breathe caught.

Up there, in the burning gold lights, he was marvelous. White hair and skin, gold eyes ten times more powerful than any star, expression slightly amused, slightly hysterical, head tilted back arrogantly. "I will be needing an assistant." He said loudly and confidently, his eyes landing on my face. "Who are you, dear?" Mrs. McCleary asked from her perch on the steps. "Why, the Mad Hatter!" He yelled, turning to her. I stared at him in surprise. Quiet Sebastian was jumping around the stage with wild eyes and a crazed smile. The weirdest part, the worst part, was that I was doing the Tea Party scene from Alice in wonderland for my auditions, playing the part of Alice. "Now," He said, looking at me again, his eyes still crazy but his posture serious. "Alice?" He asked, holding his hand out to me. In a daze, took his hand, and suddenly I was at the tea party, and he was mad, and even though I was confused and frustrated with him, all I could see was his angelically insane face.

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I know, not the greatest. I really wanted to post about Sebastian and the auditions though, so I tried my best.

Hope it didn't suck as much as I thought it did!

NuttyLove

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I like it! You're good at details and had no spelling errors that I could see so could job! I especially loved that last paragraph with the Alice in Wonderland scene. It was really cute :D

Anyways, the only problems I noticed were that you didn't start a new paragraph whenever someone new started talking. It should probably look like -

xX_white_shadow_Xx wrote: I turned quickly, only to find Vincent beaming behind me. "You're an actor?" He asked, not moving his hand.

I blushed furiously, my skin itching beneath his cool fingers. "Yea, I guess. You guys are into drama?"

Vincent shrugged, pointing to a statuesque Sebastian sitting next to him. "Not so much my thing," He said, his hand still on my shoulder. "Sebastian is the one with the talent."

Just then Mrs.McCleary, our acting coach, clacked on stage, her three inch heels not doing anything to give her five foot figure height. "Alright," She said, and I felt the fingers slipping from my shoulder. I shivered, just once, taking a deep breath.


But overall, it was great! Keep writing :D



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