[Ryan]By Jove, I think you've got it~

[BRIDGETTE STANTON]

"Thank you for auditioning, all! The cast list is on the bulletin backstage. Please go see. Our first rehearsal is...Aha! A week from today. Be prepared to run a read through. Have a good evening, young thespians!" The Theatre professor screamed across the auditorium, making the students inside tremble with nervousness and anticipation as to who they were to be playing in the new fall musical. That is, all except the young freshman blonde. She had already been told ahead of time which role she had gotten. Actually, there was really no reason for her to even be in this theatre meeting. It was only about the show auditions, mostly for newbies. She decided to come anyway as an excuse to use the piano, which sat alone in it's own little space on the stage. 

Bridgette had promised a certain friend of a friend that she would offer to give him a few voice lessons, having had experience for quite some time now. It was really sort of an off the wall ordeal, but apparently he was serious about auditioning for a play, and so Bridgette was the girl for the job. 

After the students saw what they were to be playing, and they finally emptied the theatre, The bouncy blonde sauntered over to the large instrument, laying out a few choice men's pieces on the ledge. She had told him to bring a prepared song of his choice as well, so she could see where he was vocally as well, but these pieces were more suited for theatre. Hopefully he knew how to read music. If not, then well, they would be there a little longer than planned. 

Sighing heavily, she idly began fooling around on the keys, not really playing any specific song, just keeping herself occupied until Ryan arrived. This was going to be interesting!

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[RYAN MITCHELL]

Ryan groaned and rolled over to hit his alarm clock. He’d been to class and then came back to his dorm and slept. Certainly not forgetting about the play thing he had to do for Bridgette, he set his alarm clock to 3:15 p.m. He figured he could throw some clothes on and pick a song before then. “I hate you. Stupid clock.” He said as he glared at it as if the clock would say anything back, then he noticed the time and groaned again “What have I done?” He said as he rubbed his hands over his face. Finally the nervousness had hit him that he had to sing in front of Bridgette as well. There is no way he’d get in this play with a voice like his, that was for sure. At least he warned her that it was just for fun.

Stumbling out of bed, he rubbed his eyes now and went towards his closet where he would pick a normal plaid shirt and a pair of black pants. First he pulled on his pants, still half stumbling and then pulled the shirt over his shoulders and buttoned it down the middle, leaving a few undone before putting on his converse and plopping down on the desk chair deciding whether he should print the notes from the song or just do it from memory.

With the wave of his hand, Ryan got back up, sprayed some cologne on his collar and neck then left to go embarrass the hell out of himself. On the way over he was planning how he’d play it off once Bridgette said something about his terrible singing. He decided he’d settle with “I tried to tell you” and laugh along with her, hopefully playing it off. Opening the door to the theater, Ryan then walked down the empty aisle immediately setting his eyes upon Bridgette and putting on a smile as he walked up onto the stage. “Well Hi there.”

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[BRIDGETTE STANTON]

The bubbly blonde was actually looking forward to hearing Ryan sing. Being in such a female-dominated hobby, Bridgette had begun to get bored with the same leading men playing her counterpart in play after play. What if Ryan was actually good? And even if he wasn't, she was a good teacher, and could change that fairly easily if she wanted. The point was, if he was good, he could possibly be a new person to add to her list of favorite broadway boys. That was always exciting.

Even thinking through this, though, she wasn't really paying attention to the guy making his way down the aisles to the stage. As she began playing, she let her hands slide into the first chord of "For Good" from Wicked, one of her favorite songs, and from there began playing the song fully. After a moment of just letting her hands dance across the black and white keys, she entered the song with her voice, almost in a whisper, I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we must learn. And we are lead to those who help us most to grow, if we let them, and we help them in return..."

As she sang, she sort of went off into another world, not feeling like she was alone(well, in a way) on stage, but like she was singing for thousands of people, in that famous, stunning ball gown Kristen Chenoweth wore in the original broadway show. It was a great feeling. 

"But I don't know if I be-"

The poor girl was brought out of her magnificent dream by the sound of a male's voice greeting her. Slightly startled, her voice cracked a bit, and her hands hit a wrong chord on the piano. A sign of a flaw was shown, then, and Bridgette couldn't help but blush in shame, removing her hands from the keys and biting her lip nervously. He could've walked in more loudly. Normally, she would have been excited for a new face to see her perform, but he startled her, and she butchered the ending of the first verse. Not good at all.

Waving it off, she put on a fake smile for Ryan and sat up straighter, looking up at him. "Hi! I thought you'd chicken out." she said, giving him a slightly raised eyebrow expression. "So...what song did you bring to sing for me today?" she asked eagerly. She was curious to know what he sounded like. Who knows, he could be the next Percy Yeats.

[RYAN MITCHELL]

Walking up to Bridgette, Ryan listened to her sing. She made him feel like nothing. Just some un useful bum. Which he was. Or at least he thought. To him though, her voice was like gold, but honestly, he was not shocked by this. It was Bridgette Stanton. Probably the most theater obsessed woman that walked on this Earth. After saying his hello, he felt really like laughing at Bridgette’s face as her singing basically fell down before him. He could notice her blush, it was hard to miss against that pure white skin and hair, her cheeks must have been as bright as a red light.

Ryan could not wipe the huge grin upon his face even though he wanted to. He was almost certain that if Bridgette realized that he was finding her fail humorous she would flip out on him and say that maybe if he would have come in louder or had not disturbed her, she would have sound perfect just like every other day. Taking a few more steps on stage, he ended up in the middle of it. As soon as he noticed, his eyes narrowed and he turned his head to look out at the many chairs. Ryan then took a big gulp realizing that if he did get this part, all these chairs would be filled full of people. Why was he worrying? With a voice like his, he’d never get accepted for a musical especially at Winchester.

“Oh.” He said before turning back his attention to her and gave a slight nervous laugh showing that he had no lyrics in his hands. “I left in a hurry…So…I really hope you can just listen?” Ryan finished. Go away freaking butterflies. I really need to be calm right now. Scratching the back of his head he walked up to the piano, slowly sat down on the bench beside Bridgette and took a deep shaky breath placing his fingers on the right keys. Now closing his eyes, he began to play Not Over You by Gavin Degraw.

Of course he’d picked this song to sing. It had been the only song he was singing for the past how many weeks now? It was his favorite thing to sing for the time being, and not only did he chose the song for that reason, but the song made him sing for fun. No stress. So with his eyes closed, and the song he was singing. The hidden voice was finally shown.

[BRIDGETTE STANTON]

Letting her blush fade, Bridgette gathered herself once again and went back to her normal refined self, placing her hands back on the keys, as if waiting for the sheet music he was supposed to bring. That is, until he told her she was out of luck on that thing. Running late, HA! That was always a terrible excuse to her, mostly because she had always had a pet peeve for tardiness. Normally, she would yell at whoever was "running late", however, she knew Ryan was her best friend's friend, and she felt it was alright to let him slide just this once.

Letting her hands slide of the keys once again, she nodded in response, as if she understood(even though she so didn't) and looked over to him, expecting a cd of some sort. But, no. Instead, he began playing! That was already something that impressed her. Playing piano was not an easy task, and for someone to have just learned it in the last couple of weeks, he was very good. Why was he hiding even this?

Then, he began singing. Bridgette was more than shocked at the sound coming from the boy's mouth. She hadn't exactly expected him to be tone-deaf, but she also hadn't expected him to be so, what was the word....Toneful? Was that a word? Bridgette wasn't one to be at loss for words, but being in such a state of shock, it was almost natural to be as such. Digging into her purse quietly, she pulled out a recorder she used to record notes during play practice and pressed the record button without him knowing The director has to see this.

When he finished, Bridgette only managed to smile at him widely. His voice was wonderful. Dear god...why haven't you come to theatre sooner? Thats all she could think about. Finally though, she spoke. "Ryan. Mitchell..." she began, her eyes huge, "Where...have you been...all my life?"