Junior Year (Sequel to Start Off Fresh)

Chapter 37: Auditioning For The Musical

I breathe in and out while I wait for Ryder to show up.

I've been waiting for him at the Auditorium. I'm not going to audition until he gets here.

"Hello." I jump and I look behind me. I see a worried Ryder. "I'm sorry. Did I scare you?" I smile and I kiss him.

"It's okay," I said and I look at the stage. I see Jake and Haylee singing onstage.

"So, how is it going? Are they good?" Ryder whispers.

"Good? They are amazing," I whisper back as they finish their song. I clap and cheer.

"That was great you two. So, who are you auditioning for?" Mr Shue asks. I look up at the judge's table and I see Mr Shue, Coach Beiste, and...Artie?!

What is he doing here?!

"Penny and Seaweed," Haylee said and she smiles. They then walk offstage. I jump into Jake's arms and I hug him tight.

"You guys were amazing. You are totally gonna get those parts," I said with a huge smile. Jake and Haylee smile.

"Thanks Gracie. I hope your audition will be great as well," Jake said and I kiss his cheek. They then walk off and they sit in the seats in the Auditorium. I hear someone clear their throat and I turn around. I see Marley...and Lucas.

"Hello Emily," Lucas said and I roll my eyes.

"Hi Lucas," I said with a depressed voice.

"Do you like my partner?" He asks and I look at Marley.

"Oh. So now you are going to use Marley for her voice? Wow, that's low, even for you," I said.

"Marley Rose and Lucas Hunter," Mr Shue said. They then walk onto stage. They start to sing straight away.

Marley:

I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us

Someday I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us

Lucas:

Uh, ever thought about losing it

When your money's all gone and you lose your whip

You might lose your grip when the landlord tell ya that you're due for rent

And the grass so green on the other side

Make a nigga wanna run straight through the fence

Open up the fridge 'bout twenty times

But still can't find no food in it

That's foolishness

And sometimes I wonder, why we care so much about the way we look.

And the way we talk and the way we act and the clothes we bought, how much that cost.

Does it even really matter?

Cause if life is an up hill battle

We all tryna climb with the same ol' ladder

In the same boat, with the same ol' paddle

Why so shallow? I'm just asking

What's the pattern to the madness

Everybody ain't a number one draft pick

Most of us ain't Hollywood actors

But if it's all for one, and one for all

Then maybe one day, we all can ball