Fate, Destiny, the predetermined course of events. The way we live our life, the path we choose. Sometimes, the right things happen at the right time, and this was one of those moments. As Jeremy le'Chevalier signed his name onto the Audition sheet, the level of gossip arose in the hallways. It wasn't because of him, oh no, people were always joining auditions and performing, that was ordinary.

People were starting to whisper about the extraordinary. And that was the triple threat dangerous duo of Amy Darkmoon and Christopher Cromwell. In a school of singing, acting, and dance, these two were inseparable legends; if you talked about one of them, the other's name would pop up in the conversation. Amy and Chris always got the main parts in whatever they auditioned for, and so they were popular. Amy and Chris were a source of inspiration and focus (and you could just focus on them during rehearsal, but get in trouble), but most either loved them or hated them. Majority of votes were for love.

On this first day of Senior year, they walked down the middle of the hallway, linked arm in arm. Most just got out of their ways as the two made their way to the direction of the Winter Play Audition Sign-Up Sheet.

Amy wore a pastel mint-colored two-toned frock above a heather grey top. It worked as a cute dress with grey knee highs and a pair of stone lo-top All Star's. Her hair was short from over the summer, and curled so it bounced every-time she walked, or rather, moved her head. The only make-up evident on her face was the milk chocolate lip smackers gloss she had applied onto her lips earlier (it only tasted chocolate, it looked pink).

Chris on the other hand was dressed in a indigo pair of skinny jeans with a loose blue and white striped shirt and a azure open cardigan. He wore a pair of Navy cerulean Chuck Taylor All Star High Tops.

As the two strutted down the hallway linked arm in arm, everyone was whispering about them. Amy looked to Chris, tilting her head to the side in a silent question. Chris only smiled and winked, making the female grin and lift her big pink sunglasses onto her curly blond head.

Chris and Amy separated as they got to the sign up sheet, Amy pulling a pen out of her purse as Chris began to chat with some girls who lingered around. It was obvious from the way Chris talked and acted that he was homoerotic, but the ladies loved him anyways. Finally finding a pastel pink gel pen, Amy leaned over to the sheet and signed her name in a flourished design, and with a smile she wrote 'Titania' next to it.