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Chapter One
The plane was loud, as I tried to block out the noise. The blue sky was enchanting, and wonderful. My senses couldn’t believe where I was going. It was so surreal, so out of body, that the only thing that I could concentrate on was the truest, most pure parts on this plane. Like how blue the sky was, or how sweet everything smelled, like vanilla. My eyes drooped, feeling heavy. We had pulled an all-nighter last night, much too excited to even fathom sleeping. The puffy clouds that gently rolled beneath this piece of machinery looked so soft, and cuddly. I soon found myself, drifting off, and feeling like I was sleeping on a cloud, instead of a semi squishy airplane seat.
I smelled a certain perfume, a warm honey and vanilla perfume that I instantly recognized. Next came a light bump. “Madi…Madi…girl wake up!” I felt a slap on my shoulder. My eyes instantly opened, and the first thing I saw was Brenna, waving her hands wildly in front of my face. A giggle was climbing up my throat. I tried to suppress it, but it was no use; I giggled. Brenna looked at me, confused. “Why are you giggling?” She asked, her brown eyes shining in the sunlight that seeped through the plastic window. Shrugging, I looked around. “Because you look funny.” Brenna laughed at my answer. We fell back into a comfortable silence, one that always fell upon us after a funny situation. My head fell onto her shoulder, and we smiled at each other. It was so comfortable, and perfect.
The plane did a sudden dip, and my heart flew into my throat. I grabbed Brenna’s hand, scared for my life. I had always been afraid of planes, but only one person knew why. Tears pricked into my eyes, and I suddenly saw everything going black. It was a weird phobia, but I usually was fine till the end of the flight, when we dipped into the ground. I prayed for everything to be okay.
Once the wheels landed safely onto the ground, our bus erupted into cheers. Not one person wasn’t cheering, or screaming. Brenna and I looked at each other, and hugged.
“OH! MY! GOD!” I screamed, smiling. Brenna was happy crying, something totally typical of her. A flurry of teenagers trying to get there bags randomly came, and soon we were off the bus and at the airport.
“Okay, where is my bag?” Brenna was looking at a dozen black bags, looking for her black bag. There was one obnoxiously pink bag, mine, and I found it with ease. She rolled her eyes at my playful smirk that I was giving her. She finally found hers, after three tries.
“Gosh Brenna, it took you a while.” I teased her. We laughed and walked off to the bus.
I sat next to Brenna, the window seat, on the huge bus, that held thirty teenagers. We were chatting, texting, and singing till a very important looking woman boarded the vehicle. She wore straight legged black jeans, and a blue tunic belted at the waist. Her voice was commanding, and silence fell over us as she began to talk.
“Hello, my name is Ms. Leanne, but please calls me Ms. Lee. First off I’d like to congratulate each and every one of you for making it this far in our intense summer program. You are all great actors or dancers if you are thirty teenagers chosen out of over a thousand to audition for a Broadway play, and whether you get into the desired musical or not, I am proud of you for coming this far. First off, each room will have five girls in it. They are vast, so don’t be fussy about it…” My mind zoned out for the rest of the speech. I focused on the blinding lights of the city, the fashionable girls that strutted down the sidewalks, as if it was their own personal runway. Their Coach bags swung skillfully, as if they were worth something and yet just another bag.
Brenna and I had visited the city before. Actually when we were going into eighth grade, our parents surprised us with tickets to go see 13 the Musical. It was the best gift ever, and one of our favorite moments. But, now, Brenna and I were going to create our own musical, and star in it.
“Madi, I’d like you to meet Noah and Skylar.” Brenna poked me in the ribcage. I winced, not out of pain, but out of the surprise poke. My eyes took in both Skylar and Noah. Each one was just the average looking guy, but they were theatre guys. Might as well give them a shot, I thought. Brenna seemed to have already taken a liking to Noah, but it wasn’t going to be anything serious. Brenna was a casual dater, liking one guy for a minute, but loving another guy the next. So I knew nothing serious would come from this relationship. I turned back to the ever exciting city, which was now at my fingertips.
Our hotel came into view. The hotel was in walking distance of both the theatre district, as well as Times Square. What a perfect place to be in for the next three weeks, if not, the whole school year. Luckily, all those who are chosen to be in a play or musical, were going to live in a hotel room, already paid. I was hoping to make my stay here, already. But, as I’ve learned the hard way, you should never get your hopes too high.
“Wow! This hotel is huge!” A girl said to me. She had gorgeous brown hair, in a French braid, and a splatter of freckles decorated her face. An accent laid in her words, a slight Southern one. I instantly thought of a polite, non-rule breaking, Southern belle. Her limbs were long and graceful, so I also thought of a dancer. “I’m Rachel by the way.” Rachel smiled, revealing perfect white teeth, which must have had braces upon them at one time.
“Madison, but please, call me Madi.” I smiled at her, and together, we took ourselves off the bus.
I got my obnoxiously pink bag out of the under compartment of the bus. There were a few neon colors, and some navy blues, but every other bag was black. I smiled at how hard it was going to be for Brenna to find hers. Rachel grabbed her navy blue bag, and we stepped out of the way. Leanne came over to us, and handed us our room keys. “Look for Brenna Featherstone, and Shannon Sullivan.” Leanne flitted away, off to find another group of guys or girls.
“Brenna’s right there.” I pointed to her at the same time Rachel screamed “SHANNON!” Shannon was the girl standing next to Brenna. Shannon waved, and got her bag, as did Brenna. They both headed over to us. “What up?” Shannon smiled at Rachel. She had golden brown hair, and warm brown eyes.
“You are in our room. So are you Brenna.” Brenna squealed, excited that we were both sharing a room together. But a thought still lingered in my mind. There were only four girls standing here that were going to share a room, though Leanne said that five would be in a room together.
Who was the mysterious fifth girl?
the story will be light hearted, but it will get a little darker as it goes on. so, i'm posting it in comdey, as it will normally be atleat a little happy;)
The plane was loud, as I tried to block out the noise. The blue sky was enchanting, and wonderful. My senses couldn’t believe where I was going. It was so surreal, so out of body, that the only thing that I could concentrate on was the truest, most pure parts on this plane. Like how blue the sky was, or how sweet everything smelled, like vanilla. My eyes drooped, feeling heavy. We had pulled an all-nighter last night, much too excited to even fathom sleeping. The puffy clouds that gently rolled beneath this piece of machinery looked so soft, and cuddly. I soon found myself, drifting off, and feeling like I was sleeping on a cloud, instead of a semi squishy airplane seat.
I smelled a certain perfume, a warm honey and vanilla perfume that I instantly recognized. Next came a light bump. “Madi…Madi…girl wake up!” I felt a slap on my shoulder. My eyes instantly opened, and the first thing I saw was Brenna, waving her hands wildly in front of my face. A giggle was climbing up my throat. I tried to suppress it, but it was no use; I giggled. Brenna looked at me, confused. “Why are you giggling?” She asked, her brown eyes shining in the sunlight that seeped through the plastic window. Shrugging, I looked around. “Because you look funny.” Brenna laughed at my answer. We fell back into a comfortable silence, one that always fell upon us after a funny situation. My head fell onto her shoulder, and we smiled at each other. It was so comfortable, and perfect.
The plane did a sudden dip, and my heart flew into my throat. I grabbed Brenna’s hand, scared for my life. I had always been afraid of planes, but only one person knew why. Tears pricked into my eyes, and I suddenly saw everything going black. It was a weird phobia, but I usually was fine till the end of the flight, when we dipped into the ground. I prayed for everything to be okay.
Once the wheels landed safely onto the ground, our bus erupted into cheers. Not one person wasn’t cheering, or screaming. Brenna and I looked at each other, and hugged.
“OH! MY! GOD!” I screamed, smiling. Brenna was happy crying, something totally typical of her. A flurry of teenagers trying to get there bags randomly came, and soon we were off the bus and at the airport.
“Okay, where is my bag?” Brenna was looking at a dozen black bags, looking for her black bag. There was one obnoxiously pink bag, mine, and I found it with ease. She rolled her eyes at my playful smirk that I was giving her. She finally found hers, after three tries.
“Gosh Brenna, it took you a while.” I teased her. We laughed and walked off to the bus.
I sat next to Brenna, the window seat, on the huge bus, that held thirty teenagers. We were chatting, texting, and singing till a very important looking woman boarded the vehicle. She wore straight legged black jeans, and a blue tunic belted at the waist. Her voice was commanding, and silence fell over us as she began to talk.
“Hello, my name is Ms. Leanne, but please calls me Ms. Lee. First off I’d like to congratulate each and every one of you for making it this far in our intense summer program. You are all great actors or dancers if you are thirty teenagers chosen out of over a thousand to audition for a Broadway play, and whether you get into the desired musical or not, I am proud of you for coming this far. First off, each room will have five girls in it. They are vast, so don’t be fussy about it…” My mind zoned out for the rest of the speech. I focused on the blinding lights of the city, the fashionable girls that strutted down the sidewalks, as if it was their own personal runway. Their Coach bags swung skillfully, as if they were worth something and yet just another bag.
Brenna and I had visited the city before. Actually when we were going into eighth grade, our parents surprised us with tickets to go see 13 the Musical. It was the best gift ever, and one of our favorite moments. But, now, Brenna and I were going to create our own musical, and star in it.
“Madi, I’d like you to meet Noah and Skylar.” Brenna poked me in the ribcage. I winced, not out of pain, but out of the surprise poke. My eyes took in both Skylar and Noah. Each one was just the average looking guy, but they were theatre guys. Might as well give them a shot, I thought. Brenna seemed to have already taken a liking to Noah, but it wasn’t going to be anything serious. Brenna was a casual dater, liking one guy for a minute, but loving another guy the next. So I knew nothing serious would come from this relationship. I turned back to the ever exciting city, which was now at my fingertips.
Our hotel came into view. The hotel was in walking distance of both the theatre district, as well as Times Square. What a perfect place to be in for the next three weeks, if not, the whole school year. Luckily, all those who are chosen to be in a play or musical, were going to live in a hotel room, already paid. I was hoping to make my stay here, already. But, as I’ve learned the hard way, you should never get your hopes too high.
“Wow! This hotel is huge!” A girl said to me. She had gorgeous brown hair, in a French braid, and a splatter of freckles decorated her face. An accent laid in her words, a slight Southern one. I instantly thought of a polite, non-rule breaking, Southern belle. Her limbs were long and graceful, so I also thought of a dancer. “I’m Rachel by the way.” Rachel smiled, revealing perfect white teeth, which must have had braces upon them at one time.
“Madison, but please, call me Madi.” I smiled at her, and together, we took ourselves off the bus.
I got my obnoxiously pink bag out of the under compartment of the bus. There were a few neon colors, and some navy blues, but every other bag was black. I smiled at how hard it was going to be for Brenna to find hers. Rachel grabbed her navy blue bag, and we stepped out of the way. Leanne came over to us, and handed us our room keys. “Look for Brenna Featherstone, and Shannon Sullivan.” Leanne flitted away, off to find another group of guys or girls.
“Brenna’s right there.” I pointed to her at the same time Rachel screamed “SHANNON!” Shannon was the girl standing next to Brenna. Shannon waved, and got her bag, as did Brenna. They both headed over to us. “What up?” Shannon smiled at Rachel. She had golden brown hair, and warm brown eyes.
“You are in our room. So are you Brenna.” Brenna squealed, excited that we were both sharing a room together. But a thought still lingered in my mind. There were only four girls standing here that were going to share a room, though Leanne said that five would be in a room together.
Who was the mysterious fifth girl?
the story will be light hearted, but it will get a little darker as it goes on. so, i'm posting it in comdey, as it will normally be atleat a little happy;)
