[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kEZYnqOIc8]Warakuma High, Auditorium[/url]

	The broad-shouldered student answered that he was uncomfortable with going in lest that they get angry at him for intruding when they were still preparing, which struck Sato as a bit silly. Then again, [i]he[/i] thought the same as he was about to go in. They were both being Stupid, Sato decided. Right before Sato responded, though, the lights behind the door suddenly turned on, likely indicating that they were done setting up. Several people went over to the door and entered, which was a little comforting since it meant that either weren’t allowed to enter after all or that the others thought the same. 

	Sato looked at and nodded at the impish-seeming boy before he followed the other students. “I’ll see you around, I suppose.” He left without waiting for an answer from him, walking into the spacious auditorium. Rows and rows of seats facing the stage filled the room, with people scattered around in places with no reason, likely with friends that were auditioning with them or there to support them. Sato didn’t really recognize anyone from a quick scan of the room, but they were all wearing practically identical uniforms, which didn’t really help much in that manner. Hopefully there’d be [i]someone[/i] he knew somewhere in that crowd of people. 

	The third-year took an awkward seat on the arm of a chair and purposelessly looked around at the students chattering about drama this and acting that. He went over the lines written on the fliers one more time:

[center][b]Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth;
So quick bright things come to confusion.[/b][/center]
	The lines sounded vaguely familiar; likely something he read in a book before. To nail the audition, he needed to understand the tone and mood behind the words, but the strange structure and wording of the lines confused him a bit. It was obviously an incredibly old excerpt from a book. Though, it occurred to Sato that the passage was probably about the brevity of a positive thing. A lack of context made it seemingly impossible to guess what that thing was, however. Regardless of the object in question, the wording made him think that it was in a tone of desperation or desire, and after a long while of thinking over the lines, Sato ultimately decided that he’d do it in a “forlorn” way. Whether or not that was accurate was unknown to him but as he said the words in his mind, it seemed to fit. Hopefully the judges would think so too.

	“Sign here please! Everyone auditioning please write your names down!” A girl’s voice echoed throughout the room. Sato looked up from the ground to see the girl whom the voice came from. She was waving a clipboard in the air, until a few guys went up to her and began to write on the papers, after which the girl made her way to all the groups of people, copying the names of everyone who was interested. When she passed by him, he stopped her by placing his hand on her shoulder. The girl turned around and looked at Sato with expectant eyes and he immediately stated his full name along with class (just for good measure), making sure to enunciate everything perfectly. There was nothing worse than people mispronouncing your name as they called on you.

	The girl rushed off in search of any other possible auditionees, and when she started talking to someone again, Sato wandered over closer to the stage to go kill the remaining ten minutes of waiting. All hopes of finding someone he knew faded almost instantly; it was better to focus on the audition and lines and it would be a lot less nerve-wracking if he didn’t know any of the faces in the pseudo-audience as he recited the words. He ended up leaned against the stage, hands deep in his pockets. A few students were still going about their business, making sure the last things needed are set up, and upon noticing that he suddenly realized that the majority of the people in the room were male. It wasn’t a tragic unbalance, but it was still going to be a bit of an issue if they end up doing a play with a lot of female characters. Would someone be willing to cross-dress or would they just write around it? The teen took a deep breath before tilting his head back to the ceiling. Was he even any good at acting any more?