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Greer Matthews
Location: Evergreen High School; boys' bathroom
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Mood: Incredibly nervous
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Mood: Incredibly nervous
After what felt like eternities but was really only a few months, audition day had finally arrived. And even though Greer had been mentally and physically preparing himself for auditions for quite some time now, his nerves were through the roof. Which was stupid. It was his senior year, a high school play shouldn't be making him this nervous... and it wasn't like this was his first one. And he was "mega-talented..." whenever he was onstage, he lit up the entire room. So, in theory, he had absolutely nothing to worry about. Except this one audition was different. This one show was supposed to be the greatest production that Evergreen High School had ever put on, and he wanted so desperately to be a part of it. But everyone there was so talented, and he was starting to believe that he wasn't as talented as he originally thought. He scored a lead every year, sure, but what if he embarrassed himself in front of everyone? Shit like that spreads around school like wildfire, he would be the laughing stock of the entire school, maybe even the entire town.
"I... uh... I think I'm going to be sick." Not a good thing to say right before an audition, but it just... came out. Without any hesitation, Greer stood up and practically sprinted to the boys' restroom, slipping into a stall and locking the door behind him. Ten minutes. Only ten minutes left until the audition. But ten minutes was all he needed, he could get his shit together in ten minutes. He leaned against the wall, knowing damn well that the boys' restroom was one of the most unsanitary places in the entire school. Letting his eyes shut, he sighed shakily before starting to hum under his breath. Singing and humming usually calmed him down, but for some reason, it only stressed him out even more. He was going to fuck up somehow. It was inevitable. More than anything, he just wanted some weed, a movie, and someone to cuddle up next to. Like Marshall, his best friend since the show was announced. Or Soul... who was quite possibly the love of his life. But it didn't matter what he wanted. The only thing that mattered was the auditions, he needed to prove to himself and everyone else that he could do it, that he was actually semi-talented.
He was semi-talented.
Greer pulled out his phone, checking the time - just six minutes until auditions - before opening his messages. He scrolled up, desperately trying to find something. Past messages. Audition orders. Literally anything that could calm him down. Anything. He put his hand on his heart, clutching his shirt. His heart was practically thundering at this point. Five minutes. Wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans, he opened a different app and started fucking around. Anything to take his mind off of the auditions... anything to temporarily silence the screaming in his head. This would be his first show without his mother, she was his biggest supporter and cared about him more than anyone. It was going to be especially rough without her and he knew it... but he kept his mouth shut around his friends. His problems were irrelevant, and he'd probably get laughed at anyway. He shook his head and bit his lip. He never cried in school, and he definitely wasn't about to start now. Even in the safety of his own stall. Four minutes. Four fucking minutes. What if he made himself vomit? All of his problems would be solved, wouldn't they? He could always send in a video audition. From the comfort and safety of his own home... and unlimited takes. Three minutes. Greer sat down on the toilet, staring down at his shaky hands. His phone buzzed. Piper fucking Ryland. He opened the text. "Heyyyy Greer, just wanted to wish you luck at auditions... don't trip ;)." Great. Now he was feeling a thousand times worse. Why did he have to let everything get to him? It's just Piper, she can't do anything... right? Two minutes. He typed a quick text back, his hands shakier than ever. "Thanks Piper. Break a leg." He was going to die in this fucking bathroom. Only one minute left. "Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck..." He buried his face in his hands. All he had left to do at this point was count down the seconds until the final bell.
Five...
What if he just stayed in the bathroom? What if he didn't show up?
Four...
Maybe this was a bad idea...
Three...
"I'm going to be sick. I'm going to be fucking sick."
Two...
Greer braced himself.
One.
Showtime.
"I... uh... I think I'm going to be sick." Not a good thing to say right before an audition, but it just... came out. Without any hesitation, Greer stood up and practically sprinted to the boys' restroom, slipping into a stall and locking the door behind him. Ten minutes. Only ten minutes left until the audition. But ten minutes was all he needed, he could get his shit together in ten minutes. He leaned against the wall, knowing damn well that the boys' restroom was one of the most unsanitary places in the entire school. Letting his eyes shut, he sighed shakily before starting to hum under his breath. Singing and humming usually calmed him down, but for some reason, it only stressed him out even more. He was going to fuck up somehow. It was inevitable. More than anything, he just wanted some weed, a movie, and someone to cuddle up next to. Like Marshall, his best friend since the show was announced. Or Soul... who was quite possibly the love of his life. But it didn't matter what he wanted. The only thing that mattered was the auditions, he needed to prove to himself and everyone else that he could do it, that he was actually semi-talented.
He was semi-talented.
Greer pulled out his phone, checking the time - just six minutes until auditions - before opening his messages. He scrolled up, desperately trying to find something. Past messages. Audition orders. Literally anything that could calm him down. Anything. He put his hand on his heart, clutching his shirt. His heart was practically thundering at this point. Five minutes. Wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans, he opened a different app and started fucking around. Anything to take his mind off of the auditions... anything to temporarily silence the screaming in his head. This would be his first show without his mother, she was his biggest supporter and cared about him more than anyone. It was going to be especially rough without her and he knew it... but he kept his mouth shut around his friends. His problems were irrelevant, and he'd probably get laughed at anyway. He shook his head and bit his lip. He never cried in school, and he definitely wasn't about to start now. Even in the safety of his own stall. Four minutes. Four fucking minutes. What if he made himself vomit? All of his problems would be solved, wouldn't they? He could always send in a video audition. From the comfort and safety of his own home... and unlimited takes. Three minutes. Greer sat down on the toilet, staring down at his shaky hands. His phone buzzed. Piper fucking Ryland. He opened the text. "Heyyyy Greer, just wanted to wish you luck at auditions... don't trip ;)." Great. Now he was feeling a thousand times worse. Why did he have to let everything get to him? It's just Piper, she can't do anything... right? Two minutes. He typed a quick text back, his hands shakier than ever. "Thanks Piper. Break a leg." He was going to die in this fucking bathroom. Only one minute left. "Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck..." He buried his face in his hands. All he had left to do at this point was count down the seconds until the final bell.
Five...
What if he just stayed in the bathroom? What if he didn't show up?
Four...
Maybe this was a bad idea...
Three...
"I'm going to be sick. I'm going to be fucking sick."
Two...
Greer braced himself.
One.
Showtime.
code by valen t.