- d r a m a - c a l l b a c k s - {soren}

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Vincent would just smirk as he listened to everyone in the
classroom gasp and mutter amongst themselves. Whilst he liked
being a real badass, there was one thing he liked even more.
And that was showing off his dramatic talents, I mean he was
pratically a natural with how he treated everyone. Of course as
he sat down in his seat, his eyes would dart to another male
across from him. That would be...Soren. He didn't really know
much about this guy, except the fact he had also auditioned for
the same part.

And as much as Vincent hated to admit it, hell he hated admitting
most things but Soren was actually a good actor. Still he had no
doubt that HE himself would get the part, I mean it wasn't
rocket science or anything. The bell for the class to end would
suddenly begin ringing as everyone began to stand up. "Seems
like the auditions are done then..." He'd snicker to himself
turning around, he watched the cockroaches that were his
classmates scurry and leave the room.

However when he reached the doorway he came to a halt, it
seemed the Drama teacher had called him back. And oddly
another student was called back as well. An annoyed look came
to his face as his hand gripped tightly though his hand would
open and grip several times. Unbeknowst to him the other
student called back was Soren. It was one thing he was called
back, but the person auditioning for HIS part? He really felt
like knocking the teacher's teeth out. But he just grinned,
turning around and moving back over to the chairs. "What can
I help you with, sir. I have a busy schedule if you don't mind."

[SOREN SOMERSETT]

The school play was so ex-fucking-citing. And by that, Soren meant that it was the most fucking boring shit activity at this whole damn university. Seriously. These were only the auditions, and already Soren was bored as all he'll. Seriously, the fall musical for the drama club was Beauty and the Beast. Beauty and the fucking Beast. like, for real? Out of all the damn awesome musicals there were to do, they were doing some shit Disney thing? Soren was totally going to kill the director guy, whoever he was. There was no way he was going up there and singing some happy little Cinderella song about talking fish and deer, or whatever this one was about.

And yet, he still needed the lead. Even if the lead WAS some little talking deer thing with tweetie bird eyes, he still needed it. Call it neediness, but if there was one thing Soren Somersett couldn't stand for the life of him, it was not being the best. It wouldn't really have killed him to not get the lead, but fuck, he totally wasn't goof to sit around and see some other douchebag get the lead while Soren sat around being a fucking tree or whatever.

Besides, his Dad was a fucking A-List actor. If he didn't get the lead part in this play, he'd be the fucking lamest person in the world. Except the coach ofthe Barcelona Soccer team, because okay, seriously? You didn't fucking play your goalie that far back in the box. Soren wasn't even a coach, and HE knew that.

Still, he was a little bit nervous when he heard the director dude call his name, if only because the other dude, who was also in the room with him. Like, Soren didn't generally judge people on first appearances, but this dude was fucking scary shot. He was just how Soren had always pictured the scary dad from To Kill A Mockingbird, not that he'd ever read it, because you know, he fucking hated reading and all.

"Hey, yo, what exactly you need me for?" Soren flipped through his inventory of personas, deciding to adopt a lazy, slackerish one modeled on Sydney Carton from A Tale of Two Cities. He whistled a tune he'd improvised on the piano this morning, folding his hands behind his head. "I ain't got all day, bro," he said to the teacher bro who'd called hi
M back. "You gonna gimme this lead, or what's the damn deal?"

[unknown]

Vincent would just stand there as another student was also
called back. It seemed that both Vincent and this other guy were
both just as annoyed at why the teacher had called them
back. "Look...if this is regarding the lead role. You may as well
give me it, I can't see this guy pulling the Beast off as well as
me." He'd say reminding himself that the play in mind was
Beauty and The Beast.

The Teacher would then go onto explain that whilst both of them
did well in their auditioning. They needed to decide who would
play the two major male roles, The Beast and Gaston. And that
they both needed to discuss and decide as both of them would
not be able to play the same character. Vincent would kinda
glare at Soren. "How about letting me play The Beast?"

[SOREN SOMERSETT]

”Alright, now I’m going to ask both of you to read this excerpt from the script. You’ll both be reading for the role of The Beast.” Stupid Director Guy stood in front of them, glaring down as if they’d stolen some shit. Which, by the way, had totally not happened. Soren would never steal something with this dude, who he’d decided to dub Scary-As-Hell Blonde Guy. Soren would probably never be in the same room with this weird fuck, given a choice. Jesus, he was the scariest fucking dipshit Soren had ever met. Did he even like, go to this college? Soren had definitely never seen him around Milne, at any rate. Jesus Christ. Soren got chills just looking at this guy.

"Look...if this is regarding the lead role. You may as well give me it, I can't see this guy pulling the Beast off as well as
me."

What a piece of shit. Soren rolled his eyes, though in truth, Scary-As-Hell Blonde Guy was pretty damn “beast”ly. Soren almost shuddered at the guy’s voice, which was pretty damn close to the way that Soren had always assumed a big scary monster dude’s voice would sound. ”Look, bro,” he began, sighing as if he were about to launch into an onerous but necessary lecture. ”My dad’s a fucking A-List Actor. You may as well just kiss this Beast or whatever shit part goodbye.” Still, all this arguing shit was making Soren nervous. Scary-as-Hell Blonde Guy was looking more and more like he was going to spring forward and rip Soren’s flesh apart with his bare teeth for every snarky remark that Soren made.

Soren cleared his throat, taking a second to close his eyes and assimilate himself into the “Beast” persona. He felt the packet of the script as it was placed in his hands, twisting it around to face him. Then he cleared his throat loudly.”She glanced this way,” he began, his voice jumping two octaves below its normal pitch, his throat adopting a gruff and throaty tone. “I thought I saw, And when we touched, She didn't shudder at my paw. No it can't be. I'll just ignore. But then she's never looked at me that way before.” He nodded to Scary-As-Hell Blonde Guy, indicating that it was his turn to read.


"How about letting me play The Beast?"


”Just shut the fuck up and read,” Soren retaliated, gritting his teeth. Did this idiot bro-wannabe not understand how fucking auditions worked? He drummed his fingers against his desk, hoping this shit would be over soon so he could be on time for soccer practice.

((Hey Nate, would you mind writing your posts in regular past tense from now on? The conditional is just really confusing for the reader. Thanks!))

[unknown]

Vincent showed clear signs of irritation as veins swelled out
his forehead at the clear douchebag in front of him. Sure
this guy was taller and bigger than him, but did Vincent
give two shits? No. "A-List Actor? Do I appear to give a
shit about your dad? I didn't think so. That isn't how it
works." Vincent had stated with clear distaste for this
Soren fellow.

"How dare you tell me to shut up, all that comes out of
your mouth is pure and utter bullshit." Vincent was
clearly getting very annoyed with this bastard biting his
own lip and would then read the line himself. "She
glanced this way," Vincent would begin, an angry tone
still in his voice from his earlier outburst. "I thought I
saw, And when we touched, She didn't shudder at my paw.
No it can't be. I'll just ignore. But then she's never looked at
me that way before."

Vincent finished the same line as Soren, or in his eyes the
incompentant douchebag. Fire seemed to burn in his eyes,
whilst he wasn't that bothered about this play he would not
be made a fool of and be bested by some...fool who thought
he was Mr. ImBetterThanYou because his dad was some
actor, who gave a shit about that sort of thing anyway.

P.S. I hope that was better Monica, tried to do the same in my post with Regan.

[SOREN SOMERSETT]

Okay, this guy was really fucking pissing Soren off. This wasn’t even a question of like “Hey, this dude’s annoying.” At this point, it was legitimately “Hey, this is a real fucking dipshit that I’m talking to, and if I hear one more word out of his stupid ignorant mouth I wouldn’t be surprised if I end up wrenching his dick off his body with a fucking pair of pliers.” Soren so did not have time to stand around talking to this dude like chicks at a tea party or some shit. Soren had places to be. And damned if he was going to have to do sprints for missing practice because of this stupid blonde fuck and his fancy words.

"A-List Actor? Do I appear to give a shit about your dad? I didn't think so. That isn't how it works."

Soren bristled but recovered himself quickly. He chuckled sharply. Soren gave as much of a shit about his dad as his dad had always given about him: jack. But still. That was a little fucking harsh. ”Hey. Watch it pretty boy,” he growled, slitting his eyes the way he always did when he was trying to intimidate an opponent in the final seconds before a game began. And dad or no dad, the fact remained that Soren was a Division 1 soccer player who could press more weight than this dude had ever seen in his life. Unless this kid was secretly hiding a twelve-pack under that flimsy shit shirt of his, he was going to need to watch the fuck out. ”Pretty sure my dad can get me further in life than your acting ability-“ or lack thereof, he added silently, knowing that that was way too intelligent a clause for anyone of his presumed stature to use, “-is ever gonna get you.”

Ooooh. Diss. Let’s see what this dude could come up with.

"How dare you tell me to shut up, all that comes out ofyour mouth is pure and utter bullshit."

”Shut. Up.” Soren needed to be the bigger dude. He knew that. He needed to reel in his temper: he couldn't play this guy's game. But at the moment, there was nothing in the entire fucking world that he hated more than this little kid standing in front of him. Every word the dude said made him want to punch shit repeatedly. Seriously. He was so fucking annoyed. A million obscenities rushed through his head as this idiot read the script, but he flushed them out with all of his power. ”A fantastic rendition of The Beast,” he remarked sourly as Scary as Hell Blonde Dude finished, his voice dripping with sarcasm. ”Can we go now?” He honestly didn’t fucking care if he got the part at this point: he just wanted to be as far away from this idiot as humanly possible.