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// chapter 1: auditions (5 weeks later, 3rd person) 
// Story: Book 1: adventures in Senior Year 
// by GRYFFINDOR123456 
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Sunset sighed as she and Flash walked into school. She ran to her locker, fetching her script for the annual school play. “Are you gonna audition for Phantom of the Opera?” she asked Flash.
Flash nodded. 

They ran into the gym, where the remaining Rainbooms were waiting. The Cutie Mark Crusaders were also there, giggling in the corner.  She saw all the drama kids there as well. Sunset shook her head, laughing at the CMCs. “How was your summer?” asked Twilight. “I haven’t seen you for ages. Of course, we don’t share the same classes.”
“Good,” replied Sunset, smiling. “Flash and I watched FRIENDS. You gonna audition?”
“Only for a minor character,” replied Twilight. “Rarity is mad. She is auditioning for Christine Daae. No one can do opera.”
“She can,” interrupted Applejack. “I’ve heard her.”

Rainbow Dash laughed. “SERIOUSLY?!” she shouted, screaming with glee. 
“I’ll prove it,” replied Rarity.

“That’s enough!” shouted Miss Cheerilee. “Miss Dash, if you can’t behave, you can go out of the room. Sunset, Rarity, Flash, can we hear All I ask of you (reprise) and The point of no return (reprise)

SUNSET.
I looked at Flash. He squeezed my hand gently. “Go on,” he said. “Let’s do it.”
Flash took a deep breath and began to sing. 

“Rarity, you have a beautiful voice,” said Flash. 
“Flash,” I said softly. “Flash, you know in the play the Phantom attempts to hang Raoul?”
Flash grinned. “I know, I’ve seen the movie. Loved it.”

I looked at Miss Cheerilee. I looked back at Flash, my cyan eyes wide with fear. “Do we have to act the full scene now?” I asked shakily.
“Yes,” said Rarity and Miss Cheerilee simultaneously.

Flash grabbed the rope from backstage. “Take it,” he said. “Tie me up and let’s begin.”

I tied Flash to the stage door. I created a loose noose and slipped it into my pocket. I looked at Rarity, my eyes saying “Sing”



After the auditions, I let Flash go. The bell rang, signalling it was time for class. “At least we don’t have to return here,” I said. “I hated that.”
I swung my satchel on my shoulder. “What do you have?” I asked. 
“History,” he said. “You?”
“Art,” I replied. I squeezed his shoulder. “See you at recess,” I said.
He kissed me on the cheek. “In the cafeteria?” he suggested. “Or the band room?”
“Band room,” I replied. “See you later, sweetie.”

I walked out of the gym, to art class.