Wedged into Sarah’s copy of Romeo and Juliet was an envelope with Sarah's name scrawled on the front. Sarah was about to practice her audition lines for this year’s school play. The letter was short, but to the point: “Sarah, I have a crush on you. You probably haven’t noticed me. After all, I’m new, and a year below you. At any case, I’m auditioning for Romeo and Juliet, so I’ll see you then.” And it was unsigned.
Sarah frowned. She had no idea who this person could be, but she’d been made fun of by the kids in her high school before in similar ways. She was auditioning tomorrow, and she didn’t need this distraction. Sarah tore the letter and envelope in half...
Sarah didn’t let her nervousness show for a minute. She’d braided her long black hair with silver ribbons and worn a romantic poet blouse. She’d already memorized the lines. She waited for the guy auditioning as Romeo to come onto the stage. Her pulse was pounding in anticipation. This was ridiculous.
Then, he came out of the shadows. He was on the thin side, with longish choppy black hair, and he wore a black jacket and jeans. He looked like he probably listened to Christian Death and The Cure. He started right into the play with a jarring forthrightness. He wasn’t reading from a script, either. Chin up, Sarah came right back with her lines, but she felt her face growing hot. Was this him? Damn it, it just did not matter. But a new passion crept into her own voice. She had a synchronicity with him that made the play come alive around them.
“Hey,” she heard him murmur as she turned away, finished, “great job."
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2018-01-12 18:04 (UTC)Drabble:
“What the hell?”
Wedged into Sarah’s copy of Romeo and Juliet was an envelope with Sarah's name scrawled on the front. Sarah was about to practice her audition lines for this year’s school play. The letter was short, but to the point: “Sarah, I have a crush on you. You probably haven’t noticed me. After all, I’m new, and a year below you. At any case, I’m auditioning for Romeo and Juliet, so I’ll see you then.” And it was unsigned.
Sarah frowned. She had no idea who this person could be, but she’d been made fun of by the kids in her high school before in similar ways. She was auditioning tomorrow, and she didn’t need this distraction. Sarah tore the letter and envelope in half...
Sarah didn’t let her nervousness show for a minute. She’d braided her long black hair with silver ribbons and worn a romantic poet blouse. She’d already memorized the lines. She waited for the guy auditioning as Romeo to come onto the stage. Her pulse was pounding in anticipation. This was ridiculous.
Then, he came out of the shadows. He was on the thin side, with longish choppy black hair, and he wore a black jacket and jeans. He looked like he probably listened to Christian Death and The Cure. He started right into the play with a jarring forthrightness. He wasn’t reading from a script, either. Chin up, Sarah came right back with her lines, but she felt her face growing hot. Was this him? Damn it, it just did not matter. But a new passion crept into her own voice. She had a synchronicity with him that made the play come alive around them.
“Hey,” she heard him murmur as she turned away, finished, “great job."