𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 ( 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡 )

𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙤𝙣𝙚

"you're scaring me a little, violet. i'm gonna be the casting director with one of my friends. we won't have time to go through that many people and for just one of the couple parts we need."

"oh... well you could set off the fire alarm and see who stays there and wants the part the most," she joked, i hope.

as the bell sounded, i leaned back into my chair with a huff. next, i took out my phone discretely and texted maeve about what i just received.

i made sure to hide it back away though, because mrs fennel emerged from her evil lair with a look in her eyes that envied the simplicity of her victim's minds. in other words, she looked like she needed madeline's coffee, like she had stayed up all night stressing out about something. "can i get everyone's attention?" as if her frog-like voice didn't already do that.

she waited for the class to respond. who was this woman, actually wanting our feedback? after everyone realized this, a common murmur swept across the room.

fennel continued with a smile. "i don't have a lesson planned today. and since everyone is slacking, i'm giving you time today work on the project."

indistinct chatter from every single person in the class swarmed the air. "no way," i said to violet. "this is so out of character!"

i wondered what she could possibly be doing. i mean, i wasn't about to complain. it was like someone poured holy water on her, expelling the demon. she sat back down and continued typing away on her keyboard. was she writing a thank you note to the exorcist?

violet and i got started on the project. i pressed the autopilot button in my brain and let it do all the work. i needed to think about this potential pre-screening. i didn't think maeve would be against it, but the problem was that it was so last minute. there was no way we could have people submit their auditions tonight and have callbacks tomorrow. 

i certainly didn't want to ask violet for her input, and i checked my phone to see if maeve had responded -- she didn't. this left me in a position where i needed walker's opinion on the crisis. plus, it's an excuse to talk to him.

to catch his attention, i decided to converse with violet loud enough so that he could hear. "so, my new table-mate, what's your favorite tv show? mine's criminal minds!"

as violet responded, walker swung his head around and shot me silent screams. "no way, that's mine, too!" she said.

"oh wow! that's crazy," i exclaimed. then i sharply switched to the desired topic. "so did you ask the thirty girls that said they wanted to audition for emily, or did they come to you?"

i saw walker take out his phone after he heard this and start typing aggressively in the corner of my eye as i tried to keep focusing on my forced conversation with violet. "uh, i've just heard about it. i've seen a ton of instagram stories," she informed. "it's all everyone's posting." so she did have instagram!

"ah, i see. could i get your instagram by any chance? just in case i have a question for..." my voice faded as her friendly expression did also.

"sure, just please don't tell my friends about it," violet hesitated. "they don't know this account is mine -- they think i don't have an instagram. when they see me view their stories, they think it's just some weirdo stalker who likes anime."