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New City, Old Fatigues	By : medievalcutie Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 984 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Hope you guys are liking this new story of mine. I promise the plot will pick up, and this shouldn't become another endless story like my 'Family Tradition' one. But leave me reviews to let me know how you feel, because I don't know how to please you unless you give me your opinions.

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“So, Donne, what other classes do you have?”

“Um, I have Musical Theater, Early American History, then lunch block. After that I have Orchestra and Journalism. Please say that someone has these classes.”

Glancing from one of her classmates to the next, Natalie frowned slightly at how much she hated being the new student. Although the others in her literature class seemed to be nice and more than willing to help her out, with the exception of Ceciley. For some reason, Natalie seemed to have upset the other girl and started a bit of a feud before finishing her first class of the day.

“I have Musical Theater. If you don’t mind stopping by my locker before heading over to the class, I could walk you. We can drop your books in your locker too.”

Natalie bit her lip as she hadn’t been given any information about a locker, although she smiled at Harper’s kindness in offering to walk her to the next class.

“Gee has that class too. And he’s in your history class I believe.”

“Gee?”

“Mikey’s brother. I have Journalism too. And you won’t have to worry about Orchestra. I think all of our group are in the class, so if you don’t object to hanging out with us, you’re more than welcome to tag along for the day. We even have the same lunch block, well except for Gee. He has the early lunch block. But that means he wouldn’t be in her history class, Mikey.”

“Right, sorry. That must be my block, or Frankie’s.”

Giggling at the blush on Mikey’s face, Natalie was glad that she had already made some friends at the new school. She smiled and glanced between the guys, feeling a little self-conscious all of a sudden, although it was quickly broken as Gretchen came and shook her head playfully at the boys’ actions.

“I have the history class with you, at least then you won’t have to worry with being overwhelmed with the male influence. And if you ever get tired of having boys surrounding you all the time, you’re more than welcome to join me and some of my other friends for lunch. Here, let me see your notebook.”

Natalie turned her notebook around, smiling as Gretchen delicately jotted down her number, signing it as Janie. Although soon enough, her notebook was scribbled on with all of her other classmates’ numbers and nicknames, with the ever present exception of Ceciley, who was looking to be quite the opposition already. She smiled at the others in the class before laughing a little.

“Too bad I don’t have my number yet. I only have my cell phone, which seems to get no reception on the base, something to do with computers and machine waves, I’m sure.”

“Don’t worry about it, Donne. Besides, when you find out your number, you can just give us all a call telling us. That and Craybourne has an affection for group projects. So now you have the class directory.”

Before she could answer, the loud jarring noise of the bell came causing Natalie to jump again, causing a small smirk to cross the boys’ faces. She waved to the others as she hurried to follow Harper through the halls so she wouldn’t get lost. They stopped at a set of lockers on the next hall over where Harper quickly stored his books and turned to Natalie with a smile.

“So, what’s your locker number?”

“Umm, I don’t know. They didn’t give me anything about a locker.”

“It’s on your schedule. Right here. Ah, how convenient. Your locker is right ... about ... here.”

Natalie giggled as Harper moved only a few rows over and quickly opened the locker before standing back with a grin. Natalie shook her head before quickly storing the books and her jacket before turning back to Harper with a smile.

“So, where is the musical theater class?”

“Come on, we’re going to take a shortcut to the auditorium, that way we won’t be late.”

Harper held out his hand to pull Natalie through the crowds of students going from class to class, after reaching the end of the corridor, instead of turning and continuing down through the maze of hallways filled with students and lockers, he pulled her out of a glass door and into a courtyard sort of place, nodding off to a large building a few feet away.

“Come on, the stage awaits us.”

Natalie laughed and ran with Harper, giggling as they reached the auditorium and walked in, taking two seats in the plush rows near the orchestra pit. She glanced around the room, wondering what sort of group she would be met with in this class. At least the next time when the loud jarring bell rang, Natalie didn’t jump, although when the teacher breezed in, she thought she might at the sight of the woman.

“Good morning, young students of the stage. I hope you all have come with open minds and open hearts for the stage our beloved mother.”

Natalie barely managed to stifle a giggle at the lady’s eccentricities. Not only was she talking and acting weirdly, the lady’s appearance looked like something that had come out of the sixties, or worse, out of a bad stereotype. She glanced around the room to see if anyone else thought the teacher to be odd or such, but apparently this was normal behavior for the teacher, or else the students were just being polite. She leaned over and whispered to Harper, not knowing what to do about being new.

“So, is she like this normally? And, what am I supposed to do about being a new student?”

“Ah, Mr. Linton, you seem to have found our new student. How kind of you to show her the ropes. Come along dear, we shall need an introduction. Up on stage. Come on.”

Ignoring the scattered laughter at the teacher’s comments about Harper, Natalie stood and slowly walked up onto the stage and over to the teacher, where she stood a bit nervously. She was quite at home on stage, so it wasn’t that. It was perhaps a little bit the fact of being a new student, and also a little the eccentric teacher standing before her.

“Come along dear. I am Mrs. Smith, now what is your name?”

“I’m Natalie Bryar.”

“Wonderful. Now tell us a little about yourself. First, it will help me to begin a preliminary placement if I know your voice range, dance abilities, and acting experiences.”

“Umm, well I normally sing mezzo-soprano parts, but I can sing soprano as well. I’m not that great at dancing, but I have taken some scattered lessons. As for acting, I’ve sort of been involved since middle school.”

“Good. Now, you may go sit down, Miss Bryar.”

Natalie almost tripped going down the stairs and back out to her seat and turned back to the stage as Mrs. Smith began talking again.

“Now, as you all know, and now you know Miss Bryar, auditions for our spring musical are to be held at the end of the week, and as a part of your grade for this course, you all must audition. There will also be a portion of your final grade that includes your involvement in the musical, so I hope you all will be thinking about that as the auditions approach. Now, first order of business today is going to be group activities. Today we are going to work on trust and improvisation. Please divide into your groups of four accordingly. Miss Bryar, you may join team Bernstein. Chop, chop.”

As Mrs. Smith clapped her hands the other students all stood and milled about the auditorium going to their designated areas, leaving Natalie standing looking around confusedly, until she felt a hand tap lightly on her shoulder.

“Bernstein is over here. Come on.”

Natalie looked up to smile as she seemed to be looking into some of the most interesting hazel eyes, although she couldn’t shake a bit of familiarity. She followed the boy over to one corner of the auditorium where there were waiting another boy and girl. Natalie smiled shyly and held out her hand after taking a quick breath.

“I’m Natalie.”

“Yes, we know that. This is Alex, I’m Claire, and that is Gerard.”

“Gee, is what friends call me.”

Smiling at the realization, Natalie shook each of her new teammates’ hands. Although she couldn’t just let her curiosity drop.

“Umm, do you have a brother named Mikey?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Oh, nothing. He was in my literature class.”

“TRUST EXERCISES!”

Natalie jumped at the sound of Mrs. Smith’s voice coming from what seemed to be right behind her. Turning, she saw that it was merely a voice trick, and that the teacher was still in her spot on stage. She shook her head, muttering under her breath at how jumpy she seemed to be today.

“So what are these trust exercises that she is fussing about?”

“Well, it’s simple really, we have to pair up, and then for reasons unknown to any in the world, she wants us to fall back into each other’s arms to prove that we trust our teammates to catch us. It’s complete bollocks if you ask me. But we do it to appease the almighty Mrs. Smith.”

“Here, let’s get the trust exercises finished that way we can get to the fun stuff of the actual improv. Help me, Alex?”

Biting her bottom lip, Natalie turned to Gerard with a shrug as it seemed they would be the partners. He smiled with a zany charm and then dramatically held out his arms, causing her to giggle slightly. She turned and closed her eyes, falling backwards, and of course being caught before she hit the ground. She giggled and stood, a little wary about switching positions.

“Umm, I don’t know about switching. I wouldn’t want to accidentally drop you or such. I would catch you, but I don’t know if I would be able to keep a hold of you.”

Gerard shrugged and did a stage fall, barely giving Natalie enough time to pretend to catch him. He cracked an eye and gave her a wink before hopping back up and turning to the other two who had finished the nonsense exercise.

“Improv!”
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