I am // Thinking of You. {Bridge}

[JOSEPH FRENCH]

"I want the pillar to be there, alright? And the platform...here...and I want it to look good, got that?" Joseph French nodded happily at the strict teacher, who had, for the last half an hour made sure he understood exactly where everything would be. He didn't mind though, this was his element; designing and creating beautiful works of art for people to look at, and in this case, jump around and dance on. That's what he lives for. He took his sketch pad and walked back to the last few rows of seats in the auditorium, choosing one that would have a decent view of the stage. With quick strokes, he traced out the stage in light grey, and began drawing in the set pieces he knew about.

He was supposed to sit through the auditions and focus on lighting; how well it lit the actor's face, how to get rid of the shadows that were coming from the wrong way, and the types of gels he would want for coloring when it came to actually working with the instruments. But he found his attention drifting back onto the actors and actresses themselves. The blonde girl was dominating the audition, he could tell right away. The other girls seemed too frightened to anywhere near as risky as she did, doing voices and using her entire body as she played the roles. The male counterparts were nothing extraordinary, though there were a few very good-looking boys that make Joey wish he had an extensive scarf collection too. He kept letting his eyes drift back to the blonde, as his lips turned upward in a sly smirk.

"FRENCH!" The director called back to him, startling him out of his daydream. "See where Bridgette is standing-Bridgette, wave your hand-I want more light on that spot for the show!" The blonde girl followed directions and waved back to him, drawing a sloppy smile from Joey. Bridgette, was it? He thought coyly, while hiking a thumbs up to the teacher and circling the area that would need more light, before returning to the state of staring at the blonde girl and drooling. (Well, not actually, but he wasn't too far from that point..) 

After the auditions ended, Joey moved quickly to catch up with her. The director, who was busy yelling at someone for having gum in the auditorium, didn't notice him sneak by, which was what Joey was hoping for. She was about to turn a corner, as he grabbed her elbow.

"Hi, I'm Joey,"

Smooth.

"I couldn't help but notice what an amazingly gifted actress you are, Bridgette, right? I mean you totally smoked the competition back there," He complimented her, winking as he gathered a few glares from the other girls who had auditioned. "I'm helping design the set, so if there's anything you need, just let me know," Joey said, with a wide smile.

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[BRIDGETTE STANTON]

Bridgette wasn't a stranger to the stage, so it wasn't a surprise that the young girls auditioning for the lead were afraid of her. She didn't mind much. She enjoyed the attention, and their faces when she stepped onto the stage and began her audition song and monologue? priceless 

The play was Into The woods, a show Bridgette had done only once before as a child at her local theater. Of course, this time she would not get to be Little Red due to her age, but Rapunzel she could be. Of course, the director had already told her she would be most suited for that role, but still wanted her to try out as a way of "showing the others how it's done." 

As she finished her song, the director told her to wave at some boy across the way as a way of letting him know where to put the spotlight. As she waved, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes at the boy. He looked as though he was in his own little world. Hmph, you aren't going to pay attention, then why even come here? Those kind of people got on her last nerve. Ughh

After the audition ended, and the other girls complimented her on her performance, she finally managed to scoot away from them. She knew she was good, she didn't need a bunch of amateurs letting her know(though secretly she relished in it. Haha)

Bridgette wasn't really paying attention as she rounded the corner, so it was no surprise that she squealed at the pulling of her elbow by some "Joey" person. Probably another auditioner...

Rolling her eyes, she pulled her arm away fromhis grasp and turned on her heels to fce him with a fake smile. After all, from the moment you enter the theatre until the moment you left, you were auditioning, and you didn't want to seem like too much of a diva. 

"Yes, you're the boy who was up in the sound and light booth doodling while you were supposed to be doing lighting." she said, laughing a little bit. She wasn't going to let him get away with that. Then, though, he complimented her. Smiling a bit bigger, she nodded almost in a "I already knew that" manner before "yes, Bridgette Stanton. And thank you, ah, so much. I'm a seasoned performer, so, well...You know how those things go." she said with a wink. She loved a good chance to gloat.

She was just about to turn back and leave, but he caught her attention ice again. "Oh, you're designing the set?" she said, glancing at the notebook in his hand. After a moment of pondering, she slid it out from under his arm and opened it to the page he had been doodling on. "Well, that makes more sense as to why you would be in lala land earlier...." She said, looking intently at the picture. "You're pretty fine at drawing...."

Outfit: here (:

[JOSEPH FRENCH]

As she turned, Joey plastered a false grin on his own face. Nothing like making a good first impression. The blonde girl's smile was almost radiating the cheery happiness that Joey was positive would help her get a leading role. If he'd ever seen a devoted thespian, this girl out-shined them by far. He swallowed, and listened to Bridgette talk, and he was on the same page until she mentioned his laze-about work ethic.

Joey felt his cheeks flush with color, though he wasn't entirely embarrassed at being called out. The fact that she had noticed was a little more mortifying; she had been the cause of his mindless fantasy, after all. He brushes it off with a laugh, and a shrug, trying to seem nonchalant about it.

"Oh a seasoned performer? I didn't realize," He interjected sarcastically, with a sly smile and a wink. She had an air of "I'm better than you, and I know it" that intrigued Joey to know end. When she slid his notebook out from his arms, he allowed her to look over the picture. He may have looked like he was dozing off during the audition, but he hadn't just sat there though, and when she took his sketchpad, it was easy to tell he was passionate about his work. Each of the set pieces were drawn out like he imagined them, and he'd have to check with the director later and compare notes, but for the most part, the design lay on Joey's shoulders. She commented on his skills and Joey nodded with a cocky grin. "It's kind of, you know, what I do," He closed the black book and took it back into his own hands.

[BRIDGETTE STANTON]

Bridgette couldn't help but sort of snicker as the lanky boy's face turned an unusual shade of pink when she accused him of not paying attention, mostly because she knew she had inflicted this embarassment. She was proud of herself, the way she could embarass a complete stranger so easily. It made her smile. However, that smile soon faded, when he mimicked her words of being a seasoned performer. It sounded almost like he had questioned it. That was not something Bridgette liked. Her eyes narrowing at him, she crossed her arms over her chest and gave a curt nod towards the brunette. "Yes, a seasoned performer. You wouldn't know anything of the sort, would you, ah...Joseph?" she said in a condescending, uppity manner that would make anyone else squirm. THough, this boy seemed to be rather interested in her.

Turning down to look at the picture, she analyzed the drawings more, flipping through the pages, glancing at each set piece carefully. Pillars and stairs and wooden set scenes danced along the pages. They were beautiful. Perfect for her. SIghing heavily, as if bored with it, she willingly let him take the notebook back. She wasn't one to show interest in any other person's hobbies, and this would not be an exception. Not to their knowledge, at least. "What you do, huh? Well, you better do it pretty damn well. I'm a perfectionist,a nd I like my set to be absolutely gorgeous. So, we'll probably be seeing a lot of eachother. You know, for 'spit-balling' purposes." she said, mimicking his same cocky smile.