The Cast in Madison's Other Life

The auditorium quieted down as Ms. Moreau tapped the microphone. The friendly, caring teacher smiled warmly at the familiar faces from her classes but unfamiliar to the drama club scene. While the members of that clique slowly appeared on the edges of the stage, another newcomer appeared.

A thin man in his mid-twenties strolled over to join the auburn-haired Literature teacher. His short, styled strawberry hair seemed to provide a fitting match for Ms. Moreau. Handsome with a fit figure, his green eyes scanned the assembled crowd of students, appraising them in an unknown manner.

"Who's this guy?" Brandon asked, earning a shush from Delilah.

"Hello, everyone, I would like to first introduce myself to any students who have yet to grace my classroom or worked to avoid it." A small round of chuckles met the joke. "I'm Mary Moreau, and I teach mainly English and Literature here at Azure Rocks High. And since last year, I've been the advisor to our school's drama club and school plays. It's great to see the returning faces from this autumn's production of The Crucible, but it's even more enjoyable to see all these new faces. I'm thrilled by the increased level of interest. And I'm happy to inform you that this winter's play will feature many more roles than usual. I think we've selected a rather fun and exciting play in Grease. Now I know many, if not most of you have seen the film version but we've—"

The clearing of a throat interrupted Ms. Moreau. She glanced over at the strawberry-haired man in surprise and mild irritation but nodded at his impatience to speak.

"Oh, uh, I guess I'll let our guest director talk about our plans for Grease," she said, gesturing to the man at her side. "I think it's exciting to have not only an alumnus of Azure Rocks willing to return to his old stomping grounds but also a musically talented individual to help shepherd a beloved musical in Grease. So without further ado, I would like to introduce Oswald Williams."

Ms. Moreau led a scattered and brief round of clapping as she handed over the microphone.

"Thank you, Mary," Oswald replied, his admiring attention focused on the attractive teacher. "You kids don't know how lucky you are to have such a lovely drama advisor. We would've killed for such beauty when I once roamed this stage and auditorium. Our elderly advisor could barely hear our lines."

Several cheers and catcalls rang in agreement from the students as Mary blushed at the attention. She waved at him to get to the point, earning an extra loud laugh from Mrs. O'Dell, who stood at the side of the stage.

"Sorry, sorry. I tend to ramble on about beautiful women far too much. It will be my downfall someday," Oswald cracked, flashing a killer smile. He turned his attention back to the large group of students sitting in the auditorium seats. "First, I would like to say it's an honor to be back here at my old school. Honestly, I never expected this opportunity, but I plan to make it memorable for both myself and all you Bears. Second, never call me Oswald. I hate that name," he chuckled. "I'm kidding. What I do hate to be called is Mr. Williams. I don't mind if you call me Oswald, but I would prefer to go by Oz."

"I know a few of you here, but I would like to let you know my background and experiences. I graduated from these halls eight years ago. While I did participate in theatre here and in college, my first love and expertise are in music. I would humbly like to think I'm a pretty damn fine piano player, but I also can play a wicked clarinet, saxophone, and in a pinch, I won't embarrass myself on the drums. For the last several years, I've alternated between playing in piano bars and on cruise ships. I've worked on several musicals while at sea, including Grease. I know when I was in your place, sitting there with butterflies in my stomach, hoping to land the big role, we all wanted to perform this play. Unfortunately, the powers-that-be looked down on Grease."

"But times change, and your lovely advisor is all aboard the fun train," Oz continued, gesturing to Ms. Moreau again. "As your likely teacher crush started to explain, we'll be performing more of the play version than the film one."

"Wait, there's a play too?" Brandon asked Delilah, who shushed him again. This time she added a hand motion.

"However, it's more the currently accepted version of the play with slight tweaks from the original. And I will stress that we are not doing the watered-down version. That's a point I explicitly made when I agreed to direct. None of you are sheltered children, so I will not treat you or our audience to that trash version. Sex exists as does its consequences."

"Ah, thank you, Mr. Will–Oz," Ms. Moreau said, taking the microphone back. "Let me stress that we have permission from Principal Hartburn to do this version. I know that a few parents have complained already, but—"

"Fuck them!" Oz cursed into the microphone, leaning into Ms. Moreau. "Never compromise when it comes to your art. Never!"

A gasp came from a few shocked students. Then a few cries of agreement turned into a roar as other students agreed with their new director, who they suddenly loved. A small chant of "never" echoed around the room.

"Oh, my, um, yes...we're going to start auditions in a few minutes. We're going to start with the lead roles first. Now, I don't think I need to remind you to be quiet and respectful during them. Everyone deserves a fair shake," Ms. Moreau added once the noise settled down. Her last point seemed to be directed at several members of the drama club that milled around at the sides of the stage. "We'll start with the lead male role of Danny Zuko. Usually, I play the lead female role until we cast it—"

"But I decided to shake things up, but having a special guest perform as Sandy Dombroski for our Danny auditions," Oz said, leaning over toward the microphone again. "Although my little cousin refuses to be in the school play, I'm hoping to sway her with this duty. So come on out, Sharon!"

Heads turned as the normally self-confident Sharon Miller nervously appeared from behind the stage curtains. Her eyes flickered to her fellow classmates seated below before they returned to glare at her older cousin on her mother's side. Grinding her teeth, the vice-captain of the cheerleading squad walked over and purposely stood next to Ms. Moreau and not her cousin.

"Don't give me that attitude, Shar. This can be a learning experience," Oz informed his sulking cousin. Ms. Moreau started to pull the mic away from him, but the guest director stopped her. Leaning over, he spoke into the microphone while looking at the crowd, "Don't mind Sharon, everyone. Her mom ordered her to do this favor for me. My cuz likes to get into trouble as much as I did or still do."

Considering that Sharon had a reputation for being bitchy to the student body that favored art, music, and drama over sports, cheerleaders, and parties, it was mildly surprising to Brandon that the laughter at her predicament wasn't louder. He could tell that several students laughed at first but swiftly shut up as Sharon's dark gaze scanned the rows, no doubt working on memorizing each and every person that mocked her.

"Wow, people better stay out her way for the rest of the week," Delilah remarked. "Somebody is liable to get a heel up their butt."

"Wait, so this Oz guy is Sharon's older cousin?" Brandon inquired.

"Dude! Ain't you been listening?" a voice other than Delilah's responded.

"Crap. What are you doing here?" The vice-captain of the Honeybears said to the face leaning forward from the row behind them.

"Mom made me," grumbled Samson O'Dell. "She told me to come here straight after school. Bunch of bullcrap."

Delilah rolled her eyes. "Great. So now I have to put up with you."

"Gimme your phone," Sammy ordered, holding his hand out. "Mom took away mine AND my tablet."

"No! There's no way I'm giving you my phone," his sister stated.

"Aw, come on! I won't look through all those naked pictures you send guys."

Brandon's head swung over to stare in shock at his sister's close friend.

"I do—you lying little shit!" Delilah screamed at her thirteen-year-old brother, before turning back toward Brandon. "I don't do that!"

"Sure, you don't. Now give me your phone," Sammy ordered again.

"Fuck off! You can sit here and suffer through the auditions," Delilah responded. "If not, then I'll tell Brandon how you spied on Madison last summer in the shower when she was over."

"Hey! I never did that!" Sammy denied, holding up his hands in protest as he sat back into his chair.

Brandon glared at the younger teenager until he caught Delilah's wink. Shaking his head at the sibling fight, he returned his attention back to the stage. There, a round of cheers met Duncan Lennox, the popular school president, as he walked on-stage to try out for the role of Danny Zuko.

Watching as Sharon half-heartedly said her lines as Sandy, Brandon's brain took him back to Thanksgiving night. He imagined Sharon grabbing the microphone away from Ms. Moreau, while her shirt and jeans transformed into that sexy elf costume. Man, if she walked out like that on stage, then every dick in this place would be hard as a rock. Sharon had the dance moves and sexy vibe down like a pro. She should totally try out for a part in this play. I bet she could kill it as the evil temptress.

Brandon's growing arousal at the memories of Sharon's holiday performance led to his barely registering as Oz stopped the audition. He demanded that the redhead show more of an effort or that he would tell her mother. A smaller round of snickering rang out.

"Fine!" the cheerleader snapped.

I wonder how Sharon would look wearing only a bow and ribbon? Wait! Why did I think that? Despite his inner question, Brandon's thoughts became filled with images of Sharon in a similar red bow and ribbon as Lisa had worn. No, red doesn't work with her hair. Maybe blue? Green! Yeah, green would be hot as fuck on Sharon. She could be singing that song to me while wearing—

"Is that Holly McRose?!"

Jerked out of his fantasy, Brandon noticed Sammy once again leaning over his and Delilah's shoulders.

"Huh?"

"Don't mind him; he's got a thing for Holly McRose," Delilah revealed, motioning her head to a section of seats where several sophomores sat.

"Who wouldn't?" Sammy responded. He leaned so far over to see the sophomore girls in that lower section that Brandon and Delilah couldn't see each other.

"Really? You got a thing for Chloe's little sister?" Brandon questioned, shift his attention back and forth from the two younger teens. I guess she's pretty hot for a sophomore. Funny, I never paid much attention to Chloe's looks before.

"Dude, look at her! Holly is a goddess of—holy shit! Is that Robin Ridge with her too?"

"Don't tell me you got a thing for her too?" Brandon responded in disbelief.

"Are you fucking blind, Brandon? Robin's got some big tits on—"

"Samson O'Dell! You will not talk about girls like that!" Delilah hissed, slapping the back of his head. "Show respect, or I will tell Mom that she raised a pervert."

"Jesus, Lilah," groaned the horny thirteen-year-old as he sat back in his seat while rubbing the spot she slapped. "I meant it as a compliment."

"And you will learn very quickly that girls don't like to be treated as sex objects," his older sister explained.

"Only certain girls do," Brandon cracked. He immediately leaned back as Delilah raised her hand. "I'm kidding!"

"Don't joke about stuff like that in front of Sammy. He's very impressionable."

"Am not!" Sammy whined.

"Yes, you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Sure, you're not. Should I tell Brandon about where you tried to cop a feel on Lisa?" Delilah inquired.

"It's not my fault she wore that Halloween costume. It was just...out there," Sammy protested.

"You're so lucky that I didn't tell Mom and Dad."

"No, you acted like a bitch about it," the younger teen grumbled under his breath.

"What did you just call me?" Delilah menacingly demanded, whipping around her whole body on the seat to face him.

"N-nothing."

"Good! And keep it that way," the usually mild-mannered teen said with a sharp nod.

"Jeez, you two are worse than Madison and me," Brandon commented as Duncan waved to his cheering section and left the stage.

"Do you really want to go there?" Madison's close friend asked.

"Uh, who's this guy?" Brandon changed the subject by asking as another blond-haired teen strolled out for his audition.

"Seriously?!" Sammy laughed in disbelief.

"Wow, Bran, you really need to never talk about the drama club around Maddie," the dark-haired girl said, palming her face in embarrassment. "The lack of any knowledge about her life will lead to your murder."

"What is he someone special?" Brandon questioned, noticing how the crowd of students stopped their conversations, sat up straighter, and paid close attention to the scene about to be performed.

"That's Tristan Ritt," Delilah declared, acting if the name was explanation enough.

"So?" Brandon shrugged.

"How do...forget it. He's the lead actor in every school player since we were sophomores. Tristan is an incredible actor. He's going to be someone you watch someday in movies or on TV."

"That guy?" Brandon squinted as he evaluated this Tristan Ritt. Based on Delilah's comment, he figured he was a fellow senior, and he had it admit the guy was good-looking. Tristan had short, dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and a surprising athletic, tall figure. I guess he does look like the kind of guy you see on TV. Brandon admitted to himself as he noted the handsome and dashing vibe he gave off.

"Yes, that guy. Not only is he hot, but he's charismatic," Delilah said, shushing him again.

"How do you not know this stuff? He's in your grade!" Sammy pointed out.

"I don't check out guys at my school. Is that why you know?" Brandon shot back.

"No, I know because my parents drag me to every single one of these damn plays," Sammy complained. "Not that I'm completely bitching. Some of these girls make for nice eye candy."

"Sammy," growled his sister.

Watching the scene play out, Brandon had to admit that Tristan had some aura about him. Sharon seemed to think so as well. The redhead's effort in acting had increased noticeably as had her flirting. Brandon knew the signs well and chuckled as Oz told his cousin to turn it down a notch because Sandy was supposed to be a good girl. The assembled students seemed to find that particularly funny.

Still, the considerable applause that greeted the end of Tristan's audition surprised Brandon. The actor graciously bowed to his fellow students and then shook Sharon's hand. He had to gently yank it away as the sultry redhead refused to let go. That earned more giggles from some of the watching girls.

"So, I guess he's getting the main role," Brandon speculated.

"Duh, he always gets the main role," Sammy commented.

"He does," Delilah nodded. "No one else is auditioning for the role of Danny. Duncan did it just for fun. Even he knew he had no chance."

Up on stage, Ms. Moreau thanked Duncan and Tristan for their work. Next, she announced that there would be five auditions for the lead female role of Sandy.

"Only five? There are dozens of people here," Brandon pointed out to Delilah.

"Yes, and they will be vying for the next level of roles. You just don't understand, Brandon, even five girls, is more than usual. The last play had only three girls vying for the main role. That's because Lux and Jessalyn have locked down the top two roles since the start of our junior year. That's not only the last four school plays but also the summer play program that's put on."

Brandon and the O'Dell siblings watched as a relieved Sharon hurried off the stage. Passing her came a girl that shocked the school quarterback.

"Paris?!" he asked in disbelief as Paris Bishop happily skipped over to where Tristan Ritt waited to read the lines of Danny. "Wait, did they already give the role to him?"

"No, but it's a given. And you should thank your sister for getting Paris to try out. I guess she had a minor role in a school play back at her old school," Delilah explained. "She didn't seem worried at all that her auditioning for Sandy might ruffle some feathers in the drama club."

Figuring that made sense, Brandon nodded. He knew very little about Zack's eighteen-year-old cousin. She and her older brother had only moved to Azure Rocks a month ago with their father. Brandon knew that her mother had died years ago in a car crash that also injured her brother, Clark. As a relative of a friend, Brandon hadn't given more than a cursory appraisal of Paris when she arrived. Now with her on stage, he gave her a more prolonged examination.

Paris had long, slightly wavy dark-brown hair, grayish-blue eyes, large breasts, and a round ass. Brandon had to admit he liked her funny, upbeat personality. She seemed to have a blast playing Sandy, even if she knew she likely had no shot at landing the role. Damn, she's busty! They are bouncing all over the place. With those and her fun attitude, I bet she's fun in bed.

The crowd seemed to appreciate Paris's effort by giving her a loud cheer after she finished. Ms. Moreau beamed with pride that a new student had made such an impression. Oz Williams even praised her bubbly, infectious attitude.

"I bet Paris lands a good role," Delilah speculated.

"She does seem to have something special," Brandon remarked.

"Yeah, two of them," Sammy snickered from behind. Before his sister could reprimand him further, he shot forward again. "Now, here's one of the quality babes!"

Brandon's head swung away from the teenage boy toward the stage in time to watch a star emerge from behind the curtain. A tall, leggy blonde, she had long, wavy hair, blue eyes, medium-to-large breasts, and an ass so tight that Brandon could tell from his spot far away. A small smirk formed on her face as she came to stand in front of Tristan.

"Who's that?!" Brandon spat out, never turning his attention away from the striking blonde.

"Brandon, my man, you are way too focused on football if you never noticed that piece of ass in your school," Sammy said, shaking his head.

"That girl—not a piece of ass—is Lux Chaumont," Delilah stated, sending a glare at her little brother.

"Oh, yeah, I've heard that name before. I think Mads has mentioned it."

"I would think so. Madison doesn't like her."

"Why not?" Brandon's disbelief caused him to pry his eyes off Lux to glance at the dark-skinned girl next to him.

"People might think Lux looks like a future star, but she already thinks she is one. The girl is one hell of a diva. Not a bad actress, but overrated. Her big and only break will probably be the girl who shows her boobs in a low-budget slasher film," Delilah declared.

"That would be awesome!" Sammy exclaimed with Brandon nodding.

Brandon sat entranced as Lux delivered her lines as Sandy. She seemed to have apparent chemistry with Tristan. Are they an item? Brandon wondered with a stab of jealousy. The bitchiness that Delilah mentioned flashed several times, but rather than turn off Brandon, he actually liked it. That attitude reminds me a little of Heather. Whoa! She looks like a mix of Ashley and Victoria with Heather's personality. Or am I jumping to conclusions? That's the type of smirk you want to knock off her face with some hard fucking.

Delilah shook her head when Brandon joined her brother and the other horny guys in giving Lux a big cheer at the end of her audition. Her eyes dismissively moved across the students until they halted, traveling back a few feet to stop on Brandon. A much broader smirk appeared as she saw the school's star quarterback in attendance. Holding her head high, Lux added an extra sway to her tight ass as she returned backstage.

The guys in the crowd had little time to recover as another tall, attractive girl walked onto the stage. This one had long, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, a pair of huge breasts, and a curvy ass. Brandon thought she looked familiar. Where did I see her? It was recently...the choir room! Yeah, I saw her earlier today when I peeked through the window.

"Who's this girl?" he asked.

"You have to be shitting me! We went to middle school with her," Delilah groaned, placing her head into both of her hands. "That's Cheyenne Tissle."

"Chey—that's Cheyenne Tissle?!" Brandon sputtered, his eyes bugging out. "What...when did she grow—get so hot?" He wanted to say busty but caught himself. Of course, he knew Cheyenne, but she had been a plain-looking, straight-laced girl, who had been flat as a board back in middle school. Seeing what had to be at least a pair off Double D-cups on her, nearly blew Brandon's mind.

"She had a growth spurt back in sophomore year. I thought every guy talked about it back then," Delilah remarked.

"I must have missed it," Brandon said out of his open mouth. I must have been too busy checking out the seniors like Hannah back then.

"I'm starting to wonder if you're hiding in the closet," Sammy commented.

However, Brandon didn't take the bait as he watched Cheyenne, or more accurately, he watched her breasts. While he watched the two bountiful orbs bounce, his brain worked to figure out how he missed this majestic development. Cheyenne had to be in several classes freshman year, but I don't think we've had any classes together since. If we did, then I'm a fucking moron for never noticing those. Shit, I need to talk to Trent about her. Why didn't he tell me?

So caught up in his brainwork, Brandon didn't notice that Cheyenne's acting wasn't all that great. If he had paid attention over the years, he would've known that her strong point was her singing. She had played a minor backup role in a school musical last year but had been a longshot to land the lead role of Sandy.

The next girl that came out to audition caused Brandon to do a double-take, but for far different reasons this time. For a moment, he thought Taylor Bishop had walked out, but he immediately realized he had been mistaken. Unlike Zack's older sister, the girl had long, wavy light-brown hair rather than dark brown and green eyes rather than blue. But the tall, model-like figure, medium breasts, and toned ass brought visions of Taylor. Also, she carried herself in a graceful way like the older Bishop. The kicker came with when she opened her mouth, revealing a similar raspy voice.

Delilah didn't even need for Brandon to ask.

"That's Jessalyn Granmeyer, the other lead actress in school plays. She's okay if you get to know her, but kind of standoffish. Takes her acting very seriously."

Brandon nodded as Jessalyn wasted little time launching into her lines. If he had thought Lux had chemistry with Tristan, then he had been mistaken. The air seemed to crackle with electricity between the two as they acted out the scene. The auditorium had gone silent except for the dialogue as everyone watched the two gifted actors perform.

For some reason, Brandon suddenly remembered that he had to ask Delilah a question before he forgot again. As Jesslayn's impressive audition neared the end, he impatiently waited for his opportunity to talk again in the silent theater.

"Hey, I want to buy Mads something special for Christmas. I know I've been kind of a jerk lately, and want to make up for it. What do you know about the lapping stuff she does?" Brandon asked Delilah as the applause for Jessalyn died down.

"It's LARPing. Live-action role-playing."

"Yeah, that thing. My mom suggested I buy her a costume or something for it. Do you know what she needs or would want?"

"That's actually an awesome idea, Brandon. Way to step up as a brother." Delilah turned to face her brother. "Listen up, brat, even Brandon here can be a good brother for once."

"Yeah, whatever. You're the one the needs to be nicer, sister."

"Hmm, let me think," Delilah thought out loud, ignoring her brother. "I think Maddie is currently an adventurer like an archer. I'm not entirely sure. You could ask Lisa." Brandon's heart stopped beating at the suggestion. "Or you could ask Dora. She does the LARPing with Maddie."

"Dora? Oh, the short, dark-haired one," Brandon recalled. "You think she would know? I've never talked to her much, she's so quiet."

"It's worth a shot. She's around here somewhere. Dora's probably one of the best actors in the drama club, but she gets pigeon-holed into doing several small roles that nobody wants in these plays."

"Can you ask her? She always acts afraid of—"

"Here comes Madison," Sammy announced.