"Maya! Come on!" Riley tries to drag me to the school's theater. See, they're doing this Grease musical and Riley wants to audition for the role of Sandy. I'm only playing the guitar for her. I don't want anything to do with musicals, I hate them. They make no sense to me whatsoever. Why would people start singing out of nowhere? It's just stupid
"Okay, okay. Chill"
"How can I be chill about this?! What if I get the role? Who do you think will play Danny?" I simply roll my eyes and we finally get inside the waiting room where other dozens of students are. Wow, I didn't know so many people like musicals. We take our number, great, 47. Wait, is that Elliot? What is he doing here?
"Elliot?"
"Maya, Riley?" he stands up and approaches us
"What are you doing here?" I cross my arms
"We could ask you the same thing"
"I'm auditioning for Danny"
"I'm auditioning for Sandy" they both cringe in disgust
"Thank god that they won't make us kiss" I frown
"But the kiss-"
"It won't happen when if the siblings will both play the lead roles" I shrug
"Okay then" a lady with a mic starts speaking
"Okay everybody! My name is Rose. Auditions are open! When I'll call your number you'll follow me, got it? Number one!" A girl stands up from her seat and follows her. Time to wait now I guess
*Hours later*
"Elliot, how did it go?" Riley asks him as soon as he comes in and he shrugs.
"They told me that they'll let me know soon" He seems so chill in comparison to the others. Most of them came back crying from their audition and this is honestly making me scared. I don't want Riley to cry, it just breaks my heart.
"Forty-seven!" both Riley and I stand up but Rose stops me
"You can't go in. I called number forty-seven"
"Oh, no. I'm not auditioning. I'm just gonna play the guitar for her song" she stares at me for a moment and grunts
"Okay. Follow me girls" she leads us backstage of the stage
"When they scream 'next' you walk on stage. Don't contest anything that the judges say. Don't ask questions. If their comments are too harsh you won't cry like a baby in front of them. Got it?" Riley raises her hand
"Perfect. I'll leave you two now" she leaves and I practice a little bit the song with the guitar
"Maya, I'm starting to get nervous. What if they don't like me?" I chuckle
"Riles, everyone likes you. Just take a deep breath, okay? You're gonna do great"
"Next!" my best friend shrieks before calming down and walking confidently on stage
"Names"
"Riley Matthews" the oldest judge looks at me
"I said names" she hisses at me. I already hate her
"I'm not auditioning so my name doesn't matter. I'm just playing the guitar"
"Oh, no. She contested" I hear Rose whisper behind the curtain. The same judge laughs sarcastically and looks back at her clipboard, reading something.
"What role are you auditioning for, Riley?" A boy slightly older than us asks her. I wouldn't give him more than 17 years
"Sandy. And to prove my vocal capabilities I'm gonna sing Achy Breaky Heart by Billy Ray Cyrus. Ready, Maya?" I nod
"One, two...one, two, three" I finally start playing the strings with my fingers and loose myself to my best friend's words
"You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes when I'm gone
Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone
You can tell my arms go back to the farm
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no more
But don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
You can tell your dog to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff, whose fist can tear my lip
He never really liked me anyway
Or tell your Aunt Louise tell anything you please
Myself already knows I'm not okay
Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It might be walking out on me today
But don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart...
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart...
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man"
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Girl Meets World | AU
FanfictionWhat if Riley had an older brother? Would relationships have been the same? Would the story have been different? Would've the ships remained the same ones? (This story contains serious topics like alcohol and sex. read at your own risk)
