CHAPTER 2: The Audition
Rosemary and Vivian enter a large auditorium, adorned with large stained glass ceilings. Dimmed light shines through like a natural lightbulb, and large marble pillars carry the whole place. It’s a large auditorium, big enough to fight a “Fly-Dragon”, and still have room to spare.
In the center are three beautifully decorated chairs, on the first is a short stout hair covered man with a large hood. On the second chair, a tall lanky woman, covered head to toe in foilage and leaves. And on the last one is a spectacled guy wearing a white polo and blue jeans, the most notable feature about this particular person is the three pens on his pocket.
On the side is a sizable line of various students, wearing the same cloak that Rose wears, albeit much more form fitting. Everyone’s taller, wider, or much more well built than Rose. As her nature as a Snailling.
“Rosemary Periwinkle” The tall woman says, holding a very conventional looking red loudspeaker, a contrast to her high fantasy regal fashion.
“Uhmmm here!” Rosemary says hurriedly going atop the stage, with small and quick footsteps.
“Hello, I’m Rose!. Uhmmm…”
The microphone slowly tips away from her, Rosemary notices, then clumsily catches it. After a small meek giggle, she continues.
“This performance is called ” The joys of Gommorah. I-I really hope you enjoy it.“
She quietly shouts before Rosemary takes a deep breath, her translucent body coarsing with pneuma as she lifts her staff up. From her foot, to her head. Magic coarses through every inch of her being, slowly glowing brighter and brighter as she lifts up her staff, which is violently shaking due to the pneuma accumelating inside of it. Like a watering hose with a thumb covering it’s hole, it’s building up more and more pressure before Rosemary let’s out a torrent of magic.
Then, a loud extravagant display of various creatures erupt from the staff to the air. From the smallest “Heartspider” to the collossal “Bassilisk”. It’s a labor of love, with countless hours of practice. Rosemary looks proud, prouder than anything she’s done in her life. Her movements are erratic, but full of life; it’s as if she’s pouring her life into this one performance.
Her incantation is messy, but flashy. She making big gestures with her arms and legs to increase the output of magical light.
Then, when all seems to be going well…
“STOP, STOP!”
Just as Rosemary was going to add the finale, her body becoming as light as the magic that erupts from her staff, the guy with glasses shuts the whole thing down
“Wh-huh? What’s wrong?!”
She says dejectedly as the magic starts to dim down.
“Thank you, Miss Rosemary. We’ll let you know if you made it in soon-“
Before the tall woman can dismiss the little snail, the spectacled man shouts at Mary:
“IT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO DARN BRIGHT!”
The nerdy guy says with fury, fists shaking. it seems like he was already angry before the audition. And the little snailling’s performance was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.
“NOT A SINGLE PERSON’S GOING TO SEE YOUR PERFORMANCE, IF THEY CAN’T EVEN SEE IT IN THE FIRST PLACE!”
“But-“
“OUT! GET OUT!”
The girl was stunned, she doesn’t know what to say. She just bows her head down
And walks away.
Vivian gives the angry man another equally furious look as she goes to her sister.
