Okay, shut up, theatre (especially musical) raised me. But my auditions were rarely this over the top. Thanks, bye, this is not gonna be realistic.
Warnings: Cursing and a lot of shit for musical geeks.
Age: 16.
Note: Kyle can sing in this for some reason LIKE THIS BEING ABOUT MUSICAL THEATRE!
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Kenny's POV.

"Since you didn't decide the thing we're preforming yet, I wanted to audition with my friend."

Kyle waves, smiling slightly.

"What are you using for the audition?"

Kyle looks at me, as if for me to say it.

"We have decided to do Champagne from In The Heights."

"Oh dear."

Kyle laughs.

"Just let me get this music going for it."

"Which one of you is which?"

"Kenny's Vanessa."

That's when the song begins and Kyle comes back, obviously a karaoke version.

"So I got you a present
I went downtown to get it
You doing anything tonight?" I start, holding my bottle of water behind my back.

"Cleaning," Kyle answers, going around the stage, pretending to clean.

"You're done for the day."

"No way!"

Kyle looks at me in disbelief.

"'Cuz we got a date!"

He pretends to be surprised and drops the literal piece of paper.

"Okay."

"Before you board that plane,
I owe you a bottle of cold champagne."

I get the bottle of water from behind my back.

"No..."

He shakes his head, pretending to not believe it, coming to me.

"Yeah, cold champagne!"

He takes it.

"Damn, the bottle's all sweaty and everything. You went and got this?"

We rehearsed this for weeks, believe it or not. I always laughed.

"Pop the champagne," I sing.

He pretends to look into a cupboard.

"I don't know if we have coffee cups.... Or plastic cups. I think Sonny has the cups-"

I walk up behind him.

"Tonight we're drinking straight from the bottle."

It's slow, we're experienced with faster.

"Usnavi?" I sing.

"Yeah?"

"Daniela told me what you did for me."

I hug him.

"And it's honestly the sweetest thing anyone ever did for me."

I let go, stating close.

"Now what can I say or do to possibly repay you for your kindness?"

He sighs.

"How do you get this gold shit off?"

"Usnavi!"

"Yeah!"

"Before we both leave town, before the corner changes and the signs are taken down.... Let's walk around the neighborhood and say our goodbyes."

I grab his hand, as if to drag him away.

"Usnavi, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm tryin'a open this champagne! See the twisty thing is broken but I'm gonna open this damn champagne!"

I grab the bottle.

"Let me see it."

"No, I got it."

He gets it up so I can't reach it. Fuck, that wasn't rehearsed, he's just an ass!

"Yo, Usnavi, drop the champagne."

He gets it lower, twisting it in the wrong direction.

"I mean you went to all this trouble to get us a little bubbly-"

He continues but I put a hand on his.

"And it's gonna be okay."

He sighs, pretending to be sorry.

"I'm sorry, it's been a long day."

I turn my face in a sort of a cat like face.

"You oughta stay."

He looks shocked.

"What?"

"You can use that money to fix this place!"

I point around.

"Haha, very funny."

I sigh.

"And it's not like Sonny's got role models-"

"Role models?"

"Stepping up to the plate."

"Yo, what are you talking about?"

I get closer to him, putting hands around his neck.

"I'm just saying, I think your vacation can wait."

"Vacation? Vanessa, you're leaving too!"

"I'm going down to West 4th Street, you can take the A—."

He gives me a look.

"What are you trying to say?"

"You're leaving the country and we're never gonna see you again!"

I pretend to be near tears.

"What are you trying to say?" He sings, taking on a kind tone.

"You get everyone addicted to your coffee and off you go!"

I turn around to be back towards him.

"Vanessa, I don't know why you're mad at me."

He sounds like a kicked puppy, taking my hand.

"I wish I was mad."

I kiss him on the cheek.

"I'm just too late."

That's when I force him to let go and walk the other way. Kyle stands there for a moment before leaving.

"Well done! Well... whose next?"

"We are!" Stan says, dragging Wendy up.

They're good friends, no matter all the breakups. Maybe not even good friends *cough* they should get back together!

"What song?"

"Rewrite the stars from The Greatest Showman," Wendy says.

Oh I can't wait for this!

"Floor is yours!"

Stan's got something in his pocket, he's actually gonna do something for this! They go on different sides of the stage.

"You know I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide," Stan starts as their music begins, smiling like a dork.

"I know you want me, so don't keep saying our hands are tied!"

He shows his hands, indeed, not tied.

"You claim it's not in the cards, fate is pulling you miles away."

Wendy steps back to be on the stairs leading up to the stage.

"And out of reach from me!"

He tries to reach, Wendy reaching as well.

"But you're here in my heart."

Puts a hand on his heart.

"So who can stop me if I decide that you're my destiny?"

He takes a long step towards Wendy.

"What if we rewrite the stars?
Say you were made to be mine?"

He waves his hand. OH THE LIGHTS ARE THE STARS? That's clever!

"Nothing could keep us apart, you'd be the one I was meant to find!"

He's taking more steps, as if to run.

"It's up to you."

He tries to reach from a spot where if Wendy reached too they would catch.

"And it's up to me! No one can say what we get to be!"

He drags him up.

"So why don't we rewrite the stars?
Maybe the world could be ours tonight!"

He's holding her, for a short while before Wendy starts.

"You think it's easy? You think I don't want to run to you?" Wendy asks.

She pushes herself away and starts walking the stage, leaving Stan to stand in the middle.

"But there are mountains and there are doors that we can't walk through!"

Stan opens his mouth.

"I know you're wondering why because we're able to be just you and me within these walls."

She spins, as if to show the walls.

"But when we go outside, you're going to wake up and see that it was hopeless after all!"

Stan puts hands on his ears, as if he didn't want to hear this.

"No one can rewrite the stars!"

She does the same trick about the lights.

"How can you say you'll be mine?
Everything keeps us apart and I'm not the one you were meant to find!"

She turns her back to Stan and us.

"It's not up to you!"

Stan shakes his head."

"It's not up to me!"

Wendy has an emotional voice, I never noticed that.

"When everyone tells us what we can be!"

Stan looks at us. OOH, that's clever.

"How can we rewrite the stars? Say that the world can be ours.... tonight?"

She sounds desperate, turning back to him.

"All I want is to fly with you!
All I want is to fall with you!
So just give me all of you!"

Stan smiles and Wendy looks hopeful until she falls on her knees.

"It feels impossible!

"It's not impossible!" Stan sings, going through the side to help her.

"Is it impossible?"

Stan gets her up, she hugs him.

"Say that it's possible!"

They look at each other. Which is funny as Stan is half an inch shorter so it's clear he's wearing something in his shoes to look down.

"How do we rewrite the stars?"

It's both of them who do the hand move with one hand this time.

"Say you were made to be mine?"

Stan spins her around.

"Nothing can keep us apart! 'Cause you are the one I was meant to find!"

They stop.

"It's up to you! And it's up to me!"

They're both smiling before Stan sort of knees in front of her. Both knees, her hands down. Back to audience.

"No one can say what we get to be
And why don't we rewrite the stars?
Changing the world to be ours!"

Wendy lets out a breath.

"You know I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide!"

Stan looks up, hopeful.

"But I can't have you!"

Stan slowly gets up, holding onto her hands

"We're bound to break—."

Stan let's go of her hands.

"And my hands are tied."

She rises her arms... WHEN DID THEY TIE THEM? MY JESUS!

"That's..... wow," Kyle lets out.

"Yeah, we went under the line, badly."

Kyle nods.

"I thought we should have taken 'If I could tell her'!"

He nods.

~Time skip.~

We all stand in front of the slip.

"Did.... WE GOT IN!"

I nod, surprised to hell.

"Hm. Wouldn't get so happy!"

The art teacher walks to us.

"I have asked the principal. If you can't prove that this is going to be GREAT, we can use the stage for arts only. No more music theatre, no more theatre."

"You fucking bitch!"

"Kyle, shut!" Stan yells.

He takes his hand.

"Haha. Goodbye, theatre nerds."

The drama teacher walks to us.

"We have four months to make a performance! Gather everyone! We need this done in time!"

The art teacher laughs. Oh I wanna kick him on the balls!

"Good luck."

"None is that bullshit!" Kyle spats.

The drama teacher doesn't seem bothered by Kyle's outburst while Stan pinches his nose and drags Kyle away.