Also, Kim's group's bio is now finally up, so go read for hot gossip!


The Panel Will DecideWhat am I doing here? Seri stopped at the door on Friday morning. They were at a posh place in London, where she was to audition. They’re all about 16!The Panel Will Decide
What is she doing there? Hope sighed wistfully as she strolled along with – no, not with, behind- Ollie and their bratty male cousins, who never let her join in with anything. We were all going to go together…
What is she doing there? Kim whistled as she cheerfully stuck a DVD into her player. I wish I knew… I bet it’s really interesting, whatever…
Seri was getting into the swing of things now; she was getting her own way, too, as most of the 16-year olds


Beating the bratsThe Learning Curve scheme had been set up at their high school about five years previously, when the current Year 9s were still in Year 4. Affectionately known as LC to it’s many supporters, it had originally been set up for Years 4-7 but had recently branched out to include ‘Little LC’ for Years 1, 2 and 3, and to incorporate Year 8. Hope had been on the first ever Drama courses, one of the youngest there. She had gone to LC almost every time they had a course on, over the years, including when they had introduced Summer School just as she reached Year 6. She was now too old to attend the courses as a pupil, but as a student at the parent sBeating the brats


The dead of NYTTheir last business venture had been quite small compared to their previous projects. They had planned to do everything in their power to help Kim, Hope, Nancy, and Seri to get to the NYT auditions in London, and so into the actual theatre troupe itself. There was no ulterior motive in this; the applicants simply wanted to get in, and relished the prospect of the audition. The organization was to do nothing to help get the desired candidates in; nobody was going to hack into the NYT computers and switch any names in the database. They wanted to get in on pure skill.The dead of NYT
However, even before They disbanded, the girls hit a snag. The N


PlagueThe next day, Hope almost threw up when she woke in the morning. She fell asleep again almost instantly - she might even have blacked out; but her parents refused to be convinced and they packed her off to school, even making her run all the way rather than offering her a lift. She wasn’t quite late, but she cut it very close.Plague
Rhine coughed herself out of slumber. A searing pain coursed through her throat every time she breathed. “Mum…” she croaked pitifully until her mother arrived. She was, her mother decided, in no state to go to school – besides, if she had wanted to bunk off at all that week, she would have done it on Monday


FadingSitting here, head in hands So write something What to write? Have to write So do it No choice, need an outlet Why? Drowning, yeah that’s it What’s it? It’s like drowning in fucking freezing water What is? There’s nothing you can do Why not? Reach out your hand To who? No one left to grab it Where’d everyone go? Disappeared Do you care? Easier to say “I don’t give a fuck”, then admit you need them But you do you know Do I? Of course Isolate, hide, disappear, It could work, why not? Because you’re human &nbsFading
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