Pass it on! *Jedi Chicks part, next up Alaw*

Hey everyone, here is Jedi Chick's part of Pass it on! Next up is going to be Alaw. She is newer to blogger and could use some love from all of us! So if you get a chance hop on over to her blog and say hello!

She saw Pass It On and wanted to be a part of it so she's next!

Now for the story!

Paige’s part-

I walked though the large doors of the auditorium, with my hands shaking and sweat beating on my forehead. This audition meant the world to me, it could change my life forever. I wouldn't just be an ordinary girl anymore, I'd be a star. Those horrible girls wouldn't be able to tease me any longer. I was tired of it. Tired of those girls thinking they're better than me and everyone else in the school. Well newsflash, they're wrong. And after this audition, I would be able to prove it.

I made my way onto the enormous stage, trying to act confident and sophisticated, but it seemed that the judges could see right through me.

"What is your name, dear?" asked judge number three. She was small and young with short brown hair and green eyes. Her voice was soothing, and helped me to calm myself so I could answer her question.

"Emma Taylor," I responded, trying to prevent my words from shaking.

"Okay, Emma. Now it says here on the application you are trying out for the lead in our new Broadway musical. So with that, you'll have to show us a dance combination and sing for us," ordered judge number two, an older man with glasses and spiky grey hair.
"Yes, sir," I answered. I hoped that all those months of preparing would pay off. It was my time to shine.

Qui's part-

"I'll be singing No Good Deed from Wicked." I said nervously. Judge number three (who was a gigantic, scary looking man) raised an eye brow and scribbled something in this notebook. I took

that as a cue to start.

I know my song was a really bold choice, and that's all I was thinking about as I began singing it. I'm almost positive that I looked like a mad woman up there, but I always felt like it was such a powerful song that showed so many emotions: anger, confusion, sadness. I wanted the judges to see how broad I can be with my acting. "Nessa....Doctor Dillamond....Fiyero..." Here was the big note. What if I mess up? Would they just stop me right there and tell me to go away? Oh God, help me. I didn't have anything to worry about. I hit it, and I hit it good.

When I finished, I was practically panting, and it took me a moment to calm down. The first judge, the woman, applauded lightly. The second just smiled a little bit, but the huge one made no sign that he had enjoyed it.
I was dancing to I Can't Do It Alone from Chicago. I've been a dancer since I was two years old, and I had never been this nervous about it. Somehow I managed to get through it. All the while, the judges were scribbling in their little notebooks. I finished my dance number and smiled a huge jazz smile at them until I finally got some applause from all three.

Nova's part-
After my bold choice in dance, and even bolder choice in song, I decided to tone it down and keep quiet for a few minutes while they debated. After moments of agonizing silence, I heard a small cough from the female judge.

"Emma, you are dismissed," she spoke those words with so much contempt; it was obvious to me that I had not even had a chance from the start. I felt like screaming, but, as I walked calmly off the stage, the second judge, an older woman with dramatic black hair and red nails, winked at me. Confused, I walked into the railing of the orchestra pit, not paying attention. She smirked slightly, and I was even more confused. Walking into the arms of my mother, I glanced back at the woman, but she and the other judges were already enrapt watching the next audition.

Hours later, back at my house, I heard my mom scream. Rushing through the elegant halls of the lavish mansion my dad funded post-divorce, I sprinted downstairs. My mom happened to be very accident-prone and the last time she had screamed, she had nearly cut her finger off with a knife while making dinner.

Instead of bleeding, I found her clutching the back of the couch while holding her mini-laptop. She saw me and ran over, holding me to her chest. "You made it, Emmie! You made it! You got cast as Elena! You got the lead!"

Endor's part-
I froze, my legs suddenly feeling weak. I pulled away from my mom and stared at her, not sure I had heard right. "I got cast?" I asked feebly. There was no way this was happening. I mean, this was what I had dreamed about for years—getting the role. Sure, I had been cast in some spots, but they w

ere always minor characters. To hear my mom pronounce me being cast in the main role... it was amazing.

"Yes!" My mom shrieked. "I’ve got to call Gramma and Aunt Judy and—" She noticed right about then that I was standing there, my mouth wide open. "Emma, aren’t you excited?"

Those words knocked me out of my daze and I started bouncing up and down. "This has GOT to be a dream! Pinch me! Pinch me!"

My mom laughingly pinched my arm and after that, chaos broke out. I went running around the first floor, screaming and giggling. There were a couple of times when I bounced onto one of the couches, but for the first time in my life, my mom didn’t shout at me to get off. She was too busy calling people to tell them about my role.

Later on, my mom and I sat in the kitchen with bowls of pistachio ice cream—my favorite. My mom leaned forward. "Emma, I’m so incredibly proud of you."
I smiled tiredly and scraped my bowl to try to get the last bit out. "Thanks."
"I think your dad would be proud of you, too. Have you told him yet?"

I froze. It was an amazing occurrence for my mom to ever mention my dad. I was getting ready for the world to end then and there. "No….."I said slowly. "I haven’t called him yet." I wasn’t sure that I wanted to call him, but I didn’t tell her that.

"I think you should," she said quietly.
After saying good night, I walked upstairs to my room and flopped onto my four-poster bed. I stared at the ceiling for a little bit and then rolled over onto my stomach and stared at the phone.

Taylor Lynn's part-
Then, after a few minutes of simply staring at it, I suddenly lunged forward, grabbed the phone and dialed Dad's cell phone number. I knew that unless I did it now I would never make the call.

The phone rang five times, six times, and I was about to hang up when someone picked up on the other end.

"Hello?" my dad said.
"Dad? It's me. Emma," I replied.

"Emma! Hey, honey, how's everything going?" he exclaimed.

"Everything's going great, Dad," I answered. "I wanted to- Mom thought I should-"

"How is your mother, anyway?" he asked, full of energy. As always.

"She's fine," I said, uncomfortable. He didn't seem to notice.

"That's great, honey, just great. Hey, you'll never guess where I am now!"

Dad was a photographer for a travel magazine, and he was always in a new place. In the beginning, Mom had fallen in love and married him because she loved how adventurous and energetic he was, but they ended up divorced for the same reason. Dad couldn't stay in one place, and he was always traveling to new locations for his work. Mom just couldn't keep up, especially with a baby. Me.
Dad hardly ever called, but it wasn't that he didn't love me; it was because he got so caught up in his work that he didn't remember to. Or so we told ourselves.

"Guess, Emma. Guess where I am."

"Um... I don't know, Dad."
"I'm in Paris! Paris, France. Isn't that great?"
"Um, yeah. Sure."

"Hey, so, what's going on with you? What have you been up to?"

"That's actually why I was calling. I... I was cast as the lead in a new Broadway musical." Saying the words made me giddy all over again. I still couldn't believe it.

"Emma, that's fantastic!" Dad practically shouted. "Congratulations!"
"Thanks," I said, smiling a little.

"So, when should I fly in for the performance?"

I sat stunned for a minute. This was not what I expected to hear. Dad wanted to fly in for my performance?

What was I supposed to say?

Hana C’s part-

“I-I'm not exactly sure when it is,” I answered.

“Oh, well that's okay!” Dad said, not losing a bit of his energy. “I'll be done in Paris in a week or so, why don't I make reservations at the hotel near home, and I'll stay till your performance is done.” I sat, stunned. There was little doubt in my mind that Dad had completely changed. I had expected him to be happy for me, but definitely not to come down here and see my performance.
“I, uh. . .” I mumbled, unsure of what to say. He didn't seem to notice.
“Great, I'll see you in a couple of weeks!” The phone went silent, letting me know he had hung up. I turned off the phone and plopped onto the bed, facing the stars my mom had helped me put on the ceiling so long ago. The ceiling was indigo, contrasting with the silver stars. My eyes widened, and my heart nearly stopped. I lay there frozen, staring at what was in front of me.


Marisa's Part-

Well, not what I saw, more like what I heard. A voice I kept telling myself I never wanted to hear again.

“Emma?”

I shot up, suddenly aware of the guy who was leaning against my doorframe. A thousand memories came rushing back with one look at his disheveled brown hair and clear blue eyes. That lopsided grin that used to seem reserved only for me. I wanted to melt away, right then and there. What was he doing here? He had absolutely no right.

“James? What are you doing here?” I said, my tone sharp.

“I heard through the grapevine that you’ve been cast as Elena. I just wanted to say congratulations,” he said, his voice still smiling.

“Why do you care? We haven’t talked in months.”

“That’s not exactly my fault,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me.
I swallowed the impact of those words. True, I fled, even though James was one of the greatest persons I’ve ever known. From the way he always cared, right down to his amazing voice. But I was scared of getting hurt. So I broke up with him, for no good reason whatsoever. And now he’s dating Lani Samuels, a dance major at our performing arts school, and it’s too late fix what I messed up.

“I know.” My words came out as a whisper.

“Anyways, I just thought I’d stop by and say congrats. And to let you know that I’ve been cast in the show as well. I’m Ethan.”

At first I thought I misunderstood. But then the words sunk in. Ethan is the male lead of the show.

I was starring in a Broadway musical, opposite my ex.

J's part-

James and me....no. Elena and Ethan. We're just Elena and Ethan. I kept trying to tell myself this, trying to convince myself that it wasn't as bad as it seemed. We were in character. When we stepped on that stage, I wouldn't see James.

I wouldn't see those blue eyes, and remember the look in them as we had laid beside one another in the grass field behind the high school, legs intertwined and lips only inches away from each other.

I wouldn't see that hair I'd once run my fingers through just to feel the strands fall through my fingers. Just to feel connected to him in any way possible.

This wasn't the end of the world, I told myself. In fact, it would be a learning experience. I would reallyput my acting skills to the test. If pretending that the boy you're acting beside isn't actually the ex who you left broken-hearted months ago than I don't know what is.

Elena and Ethan. We're just Elena and Ethan.

Unfortunately, all this convincing went right out the window the first night of rehearsals.

Ley's part-

I looked around my dressing room I had been assigned and couldn't help but squeal like a

delighted little girl. My dressing room. Mine. I had dreamed of having a star on my door for so long..... I still couldn't believe it.

I pinched myself once more... just to be sure.

I heard the sounds of feet shuffling near my door followed by a knock. "Fifteen minutes until rehearsal," a man's deep voice came from behind it.

"I'm coming right away!" I said taking a deep breath. This was the beginning of it all. A bright future lay ahead.

I flinched as I thought about James. No, I would not allow my feelings to get in the way of this. I put on a brave face, checked my hair in the mirror once, and and threw my shoulders back and walked out as confident looking as I could.

I walked up towards the group of people surrounding the stage and sat down pretending to read my script. Truth be told, I was looking for him.

I glanced up and caught him walking by in the corner of my eye.

He looked straight at me and started to walk over.

Oh boy. I thought to myself.

Converse's part-

I rushed away, fully heartbroken, and seconds away from tears. James had always had some sort of effect on me. Something that had always made my skin crawl, but in a good way. But when he said, “Yeah,” all hope I ever had of him being mine washed away just like a shell on the beach.

We still had about ten minutes until rehearsal, so I decided to go back to my dressing room and let everything drain out of me before I had an emotional breakdown in front of the cast. Why had the odds of one in a million have to be James? Coincidences like that had never made sense to me.

After about a minute of self loathing, my phone vibrated and told me I had a new text message. Ironically, it was from my mom, who rarely texted me. She only texted me if there was an emergency, like she was running out of eggs, or if she needed a new dress because her old one was either too big or too small. But as I opened that message I gasped, because that was the most terrifying new I had ever read:

Emma, turn on the news if you can. There was a plane crash today flying from London. That was the plane your dad was on, and they’re not sure if anyone survived.

Munch's part-

My breath left my lungs. It felt as if all the air had been sucked out. I read and re-read the text message. “turn on the news,” It said. I ran out of my dressing room and over towards the big TV on the wall. It was playing the music for our show, without the words. I scrambled for the remote laying on the nearest step.

“Excuse me,” I stammer out to the person standing in front of the chair, almost knocking the cast member over.

“Yeah, whatever,” The murmured as a response. I hurried to change the channel to a news station. A pretty lady, too pretty to be reporting on such a sad thing, talked pointlessly to the camera, saying things people shouldn’t care about. I began to cry. A steady stream of tears.My dad could be dead, and all they’re saying is how all flights are cancelled!

“No survivors have been found at this point,” I only heard this. I began backing up, right into the arms of James.

Jedi Chick's part-

"Are you okay?" James asked me as I backed up and fell into his strong arms. I looked up at him with tear filled eyes. I shook my head.

"No." I told him in a choked voice.
"My dad..." my voice broke and I glanced back to the TV.

James's eyes followed and widened when he saw the crash sight and the reporters talking. I couldn't hold it in and started sobbing, not caring who was listening. Even if I wasn't super close to my dad, he was my dad and he's probably dead...and it's all MY FAULT. I turn and bury my face in James's shoulder soaking his shirt with my tears.

"Oh my God Emma, I'm so sorry," he said, now understanding what was going on.
I looked up at him and he gave me a sad smile, pulling me into a hug and rubbing my back soothingly.

"No!" I shouted, "No no no no!! You're dating. And it's not me who you are dating. Just...leave me alone for a while James....I don't have time for this." James's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"What? Em, just...calm down. I'm sure your dad will be okay." I nodded a little bit and turned around to look back at the TV.

Suddenly, I heard the reporter say, "Wait....reports have just come in that five survivors have been found, one of them a small child." I gripped James's arm in worry and nervousness.

"Two men, a woman, a teenage girl and a toddler have been found so far. All are alive, though in critical condition. They will be transported to the hospital via helicopter immediately."

I was beginning to hyperventilate. "Please don't be dead." I murmured, "please don't be dead." James put his hands on my shoulders. "It'll be okay Emma." I began to cry again. "This can't be happening. I need to find him. I can't just stay here!!"
James nodded. "Then let's go. C'mon I'll drive." James grabbed his coat and his keys off the hook near the stage door and grabbed my hand.

Before I knew what was happening, I was driving towards the local general hospital, in James's car.