Just a random idea sparked from the bottom paragraph of "Dear Colin."
(You don't have to read it to understand, but I would prefer it if you did because only three people got around to reviewing.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Alex Rider, or even his catsuit.
That's it. Tom is officially dead, thought Alex, struggling into his suit.
Alex had made his protests known to the drama coordinator Mr. Newton, only to receive a long lecture about commitment and dedication.
He had grudgingly turned up to the auditions, at least HOPING to find some one, anyone, any other boy that he could talk to. Instead he had been met by the severe 'Newt' and a band of over-excitable girls that were under the impression that being involved in the school musical would greatly increase their chances of winning Idol.
In fact, the only reason he stayed was because of the extra credit; something he certainly needed.
The auditions were a nightmare.
There were FIVE, only FIVE other boys that had turned up, and they were practically being eaten alive by the girls. Then, he had to sing. Alex didn't think his male ego would be able to handle it.
But before that, he had to endure about ninety other girls who couldn't hold a tune in a wheelbarrow. (They were in alphabetical order. Rider was WAY down in the alphabet. Why couldn't his mother have protested and called him Alex Beckett-Rider? Then it would be over soon!)
Alex was asked which part he wanted, before he sang. Not having remembered any of the names, he asked for the part of Tooth Cavity- it was something like that, anyway. He had sung with the FIVE others, and then they were split up and asked to sing alone. He was forced to vocalise some song about angels and chariots…. he hoped he hadn't gone too well…
He hoped wrong. Being in desperate need for more male parts, the Newt had given him the lead. Apparently he had gone quite well; Mr. Newton said he had quite a good, characteristic alto, and would take the part of Bootstrap! (Or perhaps it was Munkustrap.)
So here he was, at the costume fitting/painting/lycra/embarrassing/perv-fest/dres s rehearsal thing. He now felt cold and exposed as he walked into the rehearsal hall. Everyone was trying not to stare at one another.
Unfortunately this etiquette didn't seem to apply to him, as half of the female population of Brookland's eyes examined him closely…. Too closely. He made a mental note not to wear boxers next time.
After an all-too-enthusiastic meeting, which involved him modelling how not to wear the suits, he was led into a freezing cold room full of volunteers brandishing what looked like those welder things. He was then painted (air brushed) by a senior girl who took far too long the lower half of his suit. Alex hoped the tabby stripes on his lower back were flawless, because that girl (Melissa or something) was really creepy.
It was time. Alex slinked onto the stage, drew to his full height as gracefully as he could manage, tried not to look at the audience, opened his mouth, and began to sing.
"Are you blind when you're born?"
Yes, Tom was going to die a very slow, painful death.
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