Playing The Part

Playing The Part

Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine. Unless Tolei wants to trade the rights to digimon for a rubber chicken… *gets down on knees and begs* (Please?) It, sadly, won't ever be mine.

A/N: Wowee! I wrote a digimon fic! And it's Sorato / Yamora, I'll have no complaints, if you like Taito or Mimato, this is definitely not the place to be! This is my very first digimon fic (I am NOT Smeegee-san.) and reviews are always welcome! (In fact, they're a must! Review the fic!!) It looks like it's gonna be a multi-parter too! (Scary…) Without further ado, I present: 'Playing a Part'!

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~* Prologue: A Little Pressure Never Hurt *~

"You want me to what?" Ishida Yamato, resident 'Mr Cool' of Odaiba High School, stared at the deputy principal in disbelief.

"Mr. Ishida, you leave school next year. Your school records show no school involvement whatsoever! How is this going to reflect on you when you try to get a job?"

"You've already said that." Yamato waved a hand dismissively, "What I don't get is why I can't be involved in some other school activity."

Hamasaki-sensai sighed, a diploma in teaching and he spent all his time arguing with stubborn teenagers, "There is nothing else. We are nearing the end of the school year; it's the third term! If you'd decided to take something up at the start of the year this would not be a problem. Look, you won't even have to audition."

Yamato just shook his head, "It's not the auditioning. I'm not really into this kind of stuff. Music's more my thing. I've got this band -"

"Mr. Ishida, frankly I don't care what's 'your thing'! You need school involvement on your record! You are going to get involved!"

"I get passable grades. Why do I need involvement?" Yamato countered stubbornly, "It's not really going to help me."

"To show future employees that you're a team player, that you get involved. You don't go anywhere in this world without being a team player these days." Hamasaki-sensai rubbed his temples tiredly, obviously getting a headache.

"But -"

"No more 'but's, Mr. Ishida. I will see you next week, on Monday. Hopefully, the rest of the cast will be decided by then. Thank you." Hamasaki-sensai skilfully manoeuvred the protesting teen out the door, shutting it in his face. Then, the deputy principal sat down, opened his drawer and pulled out his bottle of extra-strength Panadol and pouring out a glass of water.

"Kami-sama, why did I ever decide to be a teacher?"

Outside the door, the tall, blonde, boy found himself staring at the bronze nameplate. He was still in shock at finding himself in this situation. Glowering, he stuck his hands in his pockets.

"Damn." He muttered, stalking away.

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"No way!"

A few heads turned towards the tennis court where the vehement cry had come from. Takenouchi Sora sweatdropped, blushing slightly, she attempted to cover her embarrassment by pretending to be busy putting her tennis racket away.

"Please, Sora? I really don't wanna go all by myself!"

"No. No, no, no, no!" She looked at her friend in surprise, "Why are you asking me anyway? There's gotta be someone else who'll go with you."

"It'll be fun, Sora! Please come?"

Sora sighed at the whining tone; "It'll be fun for you, Asa-chan. Not me." She gestured towards their surroundings, the school tennis courts, "If you haven't noticed, I'm more of a sports person."

"That's why it's so great!" Asami chirped happily, "You don't really want to get in and I just want someone to audition with me. This way, you won't ruin my chances of getting a part, and I don't have to go all alone! Isn't it perfect?"

Sora bit back a cutting remark, reminding herself, as she did constantly, that it wasn't Asami's fault she was a complete self-centred airhead. Is this why I stopped hanging out with girls? That was a challenge if ever she heard one, she'd audition and she'd be better that her 'friend'. She smiled sweetly, "Okay Asa-chan, I'll come with you. What do I have to do?"

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"Why do I let myself get talked into these things?" Sora questioned out loud, as she paced up and down the small hallway.

The door opened and a grinning Asami stepped out, "I did great!" Her proud smile faltered for a moment, "I think…" Sora was too busy dealing with the butterflies threatening to take wing in her stomach to pay much attention to her friend. "You'll be okay, don't worry about it." Asami continued, attempting to calm her friend down, "You don't really want a part anyway, right?"

Sora had to fight the rising sense of nausea, "Right. I don't want a part anyway." Surprisingly, the thought didn't make her feel any better, she forced a smile, "I guess it's my turn."

"Good luck!" Her friend chirped energetically, "Oops! I forgot! It's bad luck to say that! Break a le-"

The door shut on Asami's smiling face, cutting off the rest of her sentence. Sora found herself standing in the school hall, she took another deep breath. I don't really want a part. She told herself. So it's okay if I suck. What am I doing here? If I don't want a part I shouldn't be here! This is crazy, insane, utterly –

"Takenouchi Sora?" The voice cut through her rambling thoughts.

Her eyes fell on the teacher sitting behind the desk in the front row. "H-hai." She stammered, she had seen him around school, but didn't know him.

"I'm Takani-sensai, I teach drama at school." He gestured towards the stage, smiling slightly, "Don't be nervous, just get on there whenever you're ready. Just to let you know, we'll be videotaping this so we can look at it later."

For the first time, Sora noticed the camera set up at the back of the hall. Breathe deeply… breathe deeply… "That's fine." She was quite proud of the fact she'd managed to say it without stuttering. A script was placed in her hands and she found herself standing in the middle of the stage. She resisted the urge to throw up. Kami, how do people make a living out of this?

Takani-sensai smiled reassuringly, "Whenever you're ready, Sora." He picked up his pen.

The butterflies had taken wing, she sincerely wished they hadn't. A blush rose to her cheeks as she realised how stupid she must look, standing, gaping on stage. Opening her mouth she began to read.

"Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father…"

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A/N: There you have it! The prologue, written entirely in school, between classes. I hope you liked it. I got the idea from my school production, which was Romeo and Juliet. (Not that I had a big part or anything…) So that's how I know parts of the script. It will get more romantic, I promise! I'll try to get the next part out soon, in the meantime…review! I write better when I get inspired, I get inspired by reviews. *Hint hint* Sorry if any of the spelling or anything is wrong…I'm looking for a beta reader, I'd ask Smee-chan, but she's very anti-Sorato, and very busy. Email me at: smabbi@hotmail.com if you want to do it. (Or if you have private comments ^.^) Ja!

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