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The Amateur and the Actor | richie tozier

"Fuck off Richie."

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The last bell of the day finally rang throughout the halls. Richie smiled and shoved his work in his bag, no doubt crinkling it but hardly caring. He was looking forward to the auditions after school for all the wrong reasons. It was mostly just a shoo-in for more ways to make fun of Bill.

He rushed out of the classroom, scanning the halls for his friend. Bill was slightly taller than most of the student body so he was fairly easy to spot. Richie rushed to him immediately, gently shoving him once he got there.

"Ready for this stupid play audition?" Richie asked, slinging his arm around his friend as they began to walk.

"If you th-think it's so stupid then why-why are you going?" Bill responded as he slipped out of Richie's arm.

"So I can make fun of you more, duh," Richie said with a laugh. Bill crossed his arms and huffed.

"C'mon, the t-theatre is this way," Bill said, leading Richie toward the small building the auditions were taking place in. Richie followed his friend who seemed to be walking much faster than he usually did, so they reached their destination in no time. Bill pushed open the doors and waited for Richie to walk in first.

"So what's at the top of the agenda?" Richie asked.

"Just sit and wait fo-for your name to be c-alled," Bill replied, walking to the front of the theatre to follow his own instructions. Richie sighed.

"Boring." He groaned out as he followed Bill. He dropped himself into a seat. This tool to help him make fun of his friend was gonna take a lot more work than expected.

"I believe that's everybody. Welcome students to auditions for Year of Goodbyes. When you're called, state your name and what role you're auditioning for. If you don't have a particular one in mind you can say that as well. Then, choose a monologue to read, read it, and put it back down once you're finished. After that, you're free to go. Callbacks will be posted in the cafeteria tomorrow with the date. We're starting with you." The teacher said, pointing at Richie. His face paled.

"Me?" He asked.

"Yes you, come on. You're not the only one auditioning so hurry up." She said as she snapped her fingers. Richie stood up and stumbled slightly, climbing the stairs that led to the stage.

"My name is Richie Tozier and I'm auditioning for any role." He said before quickly approaching the table and sifting through the monologues, not wanting to upset her anymore. He grabbed one titled The Woman in the Portrait, skimming it before clearing his throat.

"My father was a nobleman and my mother was a woman I never knew. She was only ever spoken about in quiet hums. The estate I grew up in was hidden in a large forest, shielded from prying eyes by illustrious trees and bushes. I nary had friends nor family. Just a little boy alone in a house big enough to fit thousands of people. It was lonely and dreary, to say the least, and to say the most was to admit that I was going stir crazy in these wretchedly tall rooms. There was only one thing that kept me tethered to reality. It was the portrait of a woman that hung in the smallest hallway of our house. Her eyes were sunken in and her lips were blue. Sometimes I wondered if this was painted moments before she passed. I told her all my secrets. I muttered them to her at odd hours of the night, always making sure she was the only one who listened. And sometimes, it was as though she whispered them back to me." Richie finished his reading and stood awkwardly.

"Interesting choice of monologue Mr. Tozier. Thank you, you may leave now." The teacher said before immediately calling the next student up. Richie placed the paper back on the table and rushed down the stairs. He didn't want to admit it, but he actually quite enjoyed that. He shook that feeling off right after though, not wanting Bill to get even the slightest hint that this was anything but grounds to make fun of him.