iGet Wicked

Chapter 1:

Pitching Ideas

Carly Shay stood in front of Mr. Carlyle's office, the drama teacher and director of the annual spring musical. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and hugged her folder to her chest. Inside her folder were several pie charts, statistic graphs, and pictures, complete with a speech she had written herself, all to convince Mr. Carlyle to do a certain musical she had been dying to do at Ridgeway.

Although he'd normally already have a musical chosen, or at least have one in mind by this time of the school year, Mr. Carlyle had absolutely no idea what musical to do that year. After last year's successful production of Sweeney Todd, he didn't exactly know what to follow that with.

One thing was for sure: he wanted to do something completely different than last year's production, which he had made blatantly clear at drama club meetings. Everyone had pitched ideas and given him suggestions all year, but nothing seemed to fit what he was looking for.

Only Carly Shay, who'd thought about it long and hard for quite a while, had finally come up with the perfect musical to put on. Now, after preparing herself for nearly two whole weeks, she was ready to finally voice her opinion on the matter.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour standing at his office door, the door opened and someone stepped out.

Ms. Wilson, the assistant director of the musical and tenth grade math teacher, walked out of his office. She was one of the younger teachers at Ridgeway, only around twenty-four or twenty-five, her blonde hair flowed down her back and stopped at the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her usual sweet and youthful expression was lined with frustration and stress.

When she spotted Carly, she gave her a small nod and smile, attempting to cover up any sign of annoyance that was previously on her face.

"Good morning, Carly," she said politely, then glanced up at one of the school's digital clocks, her eyebrows scrunching together. "You're here awfully early."

Carly nodded in response with a quick umhmm. "I'm here to talk to Mr. Carlyle about the musical.

"Ah, alright," she replied with a grin. "Are you getting audition information?"

"Sorta," Carly said, shifting from foot-to-foot nervously.

Ms. Wilson continued, unaware of Carly's anxiousness to get inside the office and deliver her speech before class.

"I just assumed that you would be trying out again this year, what with your amazing performance as Mrs. Lovett in Sweeney Todd."

Carly smiled, glancing nervously at the clock one last time. "Oh, trust me Ms. Wilson, I'm trying out again this year. You guys aren't getting rid of me that easily."

And with that last remark and a feeble laugh from the young teacher, Carly stepped into the office.