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“Diaphragm, Apple, diaphragm. Push from your diaphr-- NO, NO. Apple, stop,” a shrill voice rang out from the second row of the auditorium seats as a body squirmed it’s way through the rows before landing in the aisle. Apple started down feverishly at the large frame blocking off the entrance to the stage and let out a loud sigh as soon as a hand fell on her hip. The practice session had been going on for more than an hour and quite frankly, she was tired of stopping every five minutes. It wasn’t perfection she was after, but it seemed to be exactly what the director was fishing for. She understood the school musical was fast approaching, but no matter how long she practiced perfection wouldn’t be reached. Of course, Apple knew her voice was different from all the other musical theater majors who walked the halls of Hoffman, and she had faith in herself that she knew how to hit every single note presented in front of her, but still it was not enough.

“Mrs. Pulaski, we’ve been at this for half an hour now, and I’m really tired. Plus, this isn’t doing much from my voice,” she whined as the woman stared up at her through tiny spectacles. “I’m sorry Miss Winters, but I do not believe I asked you for a criticism on how I run my rehearsal, and I’m sorry, dear, if this practice session is an inconvenience for you, but this is the theater,” the plump lady retorted before she turned her back on Apple and waddled back to her seat. “From the top, Miss Winters, and this time let’s try and focus,” she added while motioning the girl to continue. The girl watched her wrist intently as it swiveled every which possible before she rolled her eyes, let out a heavy sigh, sucked in her breath slowly and began the song over once again. The sound reverberated against her vocal chords and flowed delicately from her throat out into the silent air of the theater auditorium. The song was so familiar to Apple that it the tone flowing from her mouth sounded exactly the same as it had minutes ago. She quickly stole a glance at the large woman sitting in the second row and noticed her eyes were closed not to mention her fingers pressed sharply against her forehead as if the song was painful to hear.

Honestly, the woman was never satisfied no matter how long anyone practiced, and today she seemed extra hard on Apple. What had she done to the lady to deserve just criticism? Jared and she were in fierce competition almost every single day, but that couldn’t possibly be the reason every single note Apple uttered was either too sharp or too high. Finally, the girl cut off her song harshly and shook her head fiercely. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Pulaski, I must be having an off day..” she let her voice trail off when she noticed the lady smiling upward in her direction. “Why did you stop, Apple? That was ten times better than the first one hundred times you tried. Well, never you mind, darling, we’ll begin again tomorrow. Keep practicing, and I’m sure you’ll have it down pat!” she said as she shuffled her way through the rows of chairs and marched down the aisle. Apple listened for the double doors to close and once shut, she let out yet another loud sigh as she plopped down on the end of the stage. She let her legs dangle off the edge while she stared at the place Mrs. Pulaski had just exited. “What a day,” she muttered. She didn’t really know how much longer she could take Mrs. Pulaski’s harsh practice hours and discomforting voice penetrating her every thought.

Musical theater was something she was passionate about, but the woman was taking all of the joy out of her.

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[Callen Zz]

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"Yeah I know that but I'd really appreciat-- Oh that's clever." Of course, it was usual Callen for you. Either on her Ipod or on her phone. This time it was for school means. Sure, she may be skipping what who cared honestly? No one ever got on her case about it. Well atleast anyone of importance. The girl looked rather sophisticated today. Which was an odd rarity for Callen. Who usually would look rather random and crazy. More original in her mind but to others probably pshyco. Not like she cared for anyone's opinion but her own. With her long black and (literally) yellow highlights pulled back; no hair was in her face today. Two large hoop earrings. Now her hair and face looked normal of course. But no, Callen had to be original in some way or another. She wore a cute pink shirt; with black gym shorts that showed the rim of her underwear. Now her originality showed through the fishnet leggings. Of course. And the heels. Who could forget those things?

The girl looked like a walking stick, and she loved it. Now why was she so dressed, interestingly today? Well you see, Callen had to go do a project. For a photography class she was in. Sure, she was a camera whore herself but she liked taking the pictures herself more than having them taken of her. Weird scenario, isn't it? You'd think a camera whore would want pictures taken of her. She smiled, swaying her hips a bit before she bounced on the back of her heels. Whoever she was on the phone with just made her happy. "Suh-weet babe! You are like, definately my hero now. But I have to go. Got some project that's due. Bye." She hung her phone up, not waiting for the other person to say 'i love you' or anything of that sort. She walked down the hallway. Now who was she going to use as her model? That was the only thing left to ask. She didn't feel like going out and finding Vanessa. That was always too difficult and tiring.

Okay not really. She was just uber lazy. Callen slowed her pace, hearing a voice singing. Oh that was pretty man. She turned, staring as a little plump lady came waddling out. She reminds me of a duck... Callen thought to herself as she gave a respectful smile to the teacher. Man was she short. Callen pretty much towered over her. Still, the lady could probably sit on Callen and crush her. So probably best not to start anything. She turned, walking into the theater slowly as she looked around the practically empty room. Though her dull grey eyes landed on someone familiar sitting on the stage. She looked so damn familiar. But being Callen who was horrible with names, couldn't place her. She smiled, walking down the aisle slowly. Then it came to her. She squeeled with joy, "Apple darling! Care to help your lovely addiction to me out?" Of course Callen was joking..Okay partly joking around. With the addiction thing.

Her elbows rested on the stage beside Apple's swinging legs. Her hands holding her face up. She batted her large eyelashes innocently. Trying to keep a straight face at the moment was harder than you think. She smiled faintly as she said, "By oh I don't know...Doing a photoshoot for me? I mean, after all..." She clasped her fingers together as she leaned her head closer to Apple in a joking motion. "Ya can't say no to meh!" Another joke. It was followed by a laugh and the straightening up of her position to show it was a joke. She looked around the room then back at Apple; waiting for a reply.

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