You grab a bottle of chocolate milk, tater tots, and two cheeseburgers and look around the cafeteria watching for some sort of trademark sign that a drama club exists. You see a group of upper classmen leave the cafeteria with lunch in hand, walking in the direction of the theater. You follow them, keeping a respectable distance, but their voices echo off the lockers, their talk of Hamlet labeling as theater kids for sure. A dashingly handsome upper classman halts outside the double doors leading into the theater, pulls out his key and unlocks it. You catch up to the group as the others file into the theater, the man holding the door doing a double take as you approach. "Are you lost?" he asks. You can't tell if he's being sarcastic or not, but you hoped optimistically he was being sincere.
"No, I'm...I'm interested in auditioning for Hamlet, and I saw you outside here so I thought I'd ask you how..." you blurt out. His chizsled jawline and swept back hair made you blush. He was almost normal by your modern standards.
"You don't want to audition, trust me." His blatant comment took you back, "no no that's not what I mean. I mean you should do crews - you know, makeup, or costuming," he grinned at you and held out a hand. You maneuver your lunch tray to shake it. "My name is Derik. Here come in, I'll introduce you to Callie. She does costumes."
You follow Derik into the theater. The other students have their lunches laid out before them on the floor of the mezzanine isle. The theater is huge - much larger than you would have expected of a high school. "Everyone, this is...ah...what's your name?"
"Scarlet," you say. Your voice echoes off the walls and seats.
"Scarlet, and she's interested in doing costuming."
"Well actually I-" you start, but you stop talking as Derik escorts you by the arm to a girl in a pale blue skirt, nibbling neatly on a salad. Her dark hair is pulled back into a meticulous bun. She eyes you.
"Callie, this is Scarlet."
"Thank you, Derik," Callie said, Derik grinned and went to go sit with two other guys a little ways off. "Here, sit down with me and Liz, she does makeup," the other girl, a blond with tightly wound curls, waved at you. "You've already met Derik...he's the crewhead. That means we all defer to his never wavering judgement," she shared a look with Liz and they both giggled. "He has a tendency to try to evangelize for crews before freshmen get the chance to have their hearts broken in auditions."
"Heart broken? Why?" You ask.
"Well...the fall play never has many roles, let alone many female roles. It'll be hard for a freshman to get the roles; they're practically already chosen anyways. I don't want to discourage you though. It's always good to practice auditioning. And the spring musical is much easier to get into. Lots of chorus positions and such."