**Acmolo, Nevada
“Listen up!” yelled one of the too many administrators. “There’s somebody here to interview the drama club. They’re from Los Angeles—” A little murmur swept through the gathered students. “Yes, Los Angeles, and they need to see the members of the Drama Club now.”
A few students in the assembly stood up, walking toward the stage. Most of their peers were skipping school. It wasn’t like they were doing a lot during the reconstruction bit. Probably about half of the school was gone.
“Any of these yours?” asked Gunn. “They all look about the same to me.” Cordelia elbowed him in the side, watching the students come up the steps to the make-shift stage.
“Those two were the ones from my vision. The two in the middle.”
“Spiky hair and punk poser?” He judged them both, probably accurately. Cordelia had to say, honestly, that she would’ve felt about the same way in high school. She would’ve called the girl a freak, actually.
“Yes. Sh.” She hushed him. He bristled a little, but ignored it. They couldn’t start another one of their rows in front of the entire student body of Acmolo High and possibly risk losing face.
“The rest of you, go back to class!” yelled the administrator. There was lots of grumbling, but they wound up turning around and leaving.
“Thank you,” said Cordelia, turning on all of the charm and hoping to the Powers That Be Very Annoying that another vision wasn’t coming any time soon. “We need you to run through this very briefly. My associate Mr. Gunn and I represent a production company, and we’re looking for two extras on a new movie.”
“Which movie?” asked a loud redhead.
“It’s untitled as yet,” Gunn smoothly stepped in. “But we will need one male and one female. There will be small speaking parts.”
“And they just happened to come to Acmolo High,” muttered the girl in question to her friend.
“Excuse me? Are you two talking? Ms. Chase and I are here to give you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that could lead to fame and fortune, and you have to question our motives?” He got in her face. She raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah, Wordstreamer. What’s your issue?” asked the person beside her. Cordy took note of the nickname.
“Wordstreamer? Is that your name?” Gunn really, really doubted it.
“In a way,” she answered. “Why? You’re here to judge us on our acting abilities, not our names.”
Gunn stepped back. If it had been anybody else, there would’ve been a major confrontation. But…
“You’re sure we need smartass there?” he asked Cordy, sotto voce.
“Positive. Look on the bright side, Gunn. Maybe you can kick her ass around the hotel a few times.”
“Angel might have a problem with fighting with the people we’re supposed to save. Then again, she’s not exactly helpless.”
“Let’s get going,” said Cordelia, smiling brightly and talking louder. “We’ll go one on one with you guys.” She pointed at the boy from her vision. “You can go first.” He shrugged, walking to her.
“Come here. Let’s see if your acting’s as good as your talking,” Gunn shot at the girl. She stalked to him.
The other students stood around and talked, ignoring the new people. The gossip was much more entertaining. Gunn was slowly realizing that the annoying girl was a damn good actress; good at the reading anyway. Cordelia admitted the same for the boy.
“You two, go and wait,” she instructed when they got done. “Next?”
The group wasn’t that large, so the readings were done in under a half an hour. “You two—the first two—come here,” instructed Cordelia, leaving no room for questions.
“Can you come to L.A. with us?” she asked them while Gunn dismissed the other students.
“Yeah,” said the guy, acting bored.
“I need to call home,” said the girl.
“Daddy’s girl, huh?” asked Gunn snidely.
“What’s it to you?” she whirled around. Cordelia glared at Gunn.
“Wordstreamer,” said the boy, putting his hand on her arm. She calmed down instantly.
**
As it turned out, the girl’s father didn’t care. They walked to the car that Cordy and Gunn had come in.
“What is your issue?” Cordy hissed at Gunn. “I haven’t seen you this grr-y since we met you.”
“She got on my nerves. They needed to pay attention to us,” he shot back. “So I figured getting mad at her would be the easiest way out. Didn’t expect her to talk back.”
“You’re going to have to deal with her until we figure out the issue behind this school thing,” Cordelia told him.
“I know.” He rolled his eyes, having been faced with two opinionated females in one day, and one opinionated guy. Angel was bad enough, telling him to go with Cordy. Then this chick, now Cordy. Annoying, especially since he hadn’t agreed with any of them.
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