Chapter Text
He's waiting for her-- outside class this time. She almost trips on her legs to avoid running into him, and then turns and starts walking.
"Hey. Hey Marge! Wait up."
She internally curses his long legs, "What do you want, Thompson?"
"Aw, don't be like that. You know I only want the pleasure of your company?"
She doesn't want to start something. She really doesn't. The authorities think she "starts fights" and "is a disruptive influence", which, incredibly unfair if you ask her. They never even heard her side of the story. Since the Johann incident she's not thrown a single punch, though she might make a special exception for Jack. "I have to go."
"It's three. There are no classes right now. Where could you possibly-"
It's a split second decision, really. She's looking around for ways to escape, her eyes land on the bright pink flyer on the wall, and she turns and starts walking down the unfamiliar hallway. "Auditions. I have to go for the theatre auditions."
Just like she expected, at the mention of theatre his priorities shift to posturing. "Aw jeez, Carter, really? Since when do you sing?"
Her singing sounds like a cat being strangled, but she's not going to volunteer that information. "I'd been considering it. This is the open-for-all audition, and I just thought- It's probably stupid." She deliberately lets her voice fade away, and she can see Thompson deflating.
"Hey, hey, come on." He walks her right up to the door of the auditorium. "I know you'll do great. Good luck." He smiles, she smiles back, and then there's nothing left to do but to walk inside.
The voice hits her as soon as she opens the door. There's this girl on the stage, singing. Who looks at the door, at Peggy, to see what the disturbance is. She stutters the next words, blushes, and then continues with her eyes closed. Peggy slips into a seat in the back and watches the girl.
She's in the middle of a verse, and the prettiest girl she's ever seen walks in the door. For a moment she forgets she's on stage. Or that she's singing. And then she closes her eyes and finishes the song, ready to walk off the stage and die of embarrassment.
Ms Fry is waiting by the wings, and she staggers past her and right into Evelyn, not even hearing the crowd's reaction. "Angie. That was fantastic."
"I know it sucked. You don't have to keep lying to me anymore, I stuttered and I completely forgot what I was-"
"Hush. Nobody noticed. Didn't you hear all the clapping? Believe me, you were great."
"Alright, okay, you're next, right? Break a leg." She musters up a smile for a moment and then walks into the seating to collapse into a chair. She likes performing. She loves singing. She particularly enjoys reading the audience, and she has never, ever gotten this flustered while on- someone shakes her shoulder, and then the source of said flusterment is smiling down at her from the next row.
"Hi."