Ghosts aren't real

AUDITIONS FOR GALLIFREY HIGH'S BEAUTY AND THE BEAST, DIRECTED BY ROSE TYLER.

  Clara Oswald wrung her hands awkwardly. All she had to do. Was sing. Should be easy right? Just open her mouth and-...oh god. She couldn't do this. She couldn't possibly go in there. It was Rose, sure. Rose and Clever....she would be fine. Taking in a breath, she just brought her hand to her head. They would enter the room, and then so would she. Yes. That was how it worked. She waited by the door, biting her lip as she leaned against the wall, before standing up straight as she saw two figures walking down the hall. Here went nothing.

Rose Tyler had gotten to the theatre space early on the west side of campus, sticking up a small poster on the outside of the building to make everyone aware that auditions were held inside. For women, prepare a ballad of your choice from a post-Rodgers and Hammerstein era musical. Men, stick to Andrew Lloyd Webber, please. That was all they'd been given. After setting up the theatre with the third Sigma brother, she took him with her down the hall, spying their first appointment of the afternoon--Clara. "Right then!" She grinned, seeing the brunette come into view. "Off we go, entrance's down here."

Clever Sigma smiled, looking up as he saw Clara Oswald. "Hello, Clara. Nice to see you've decided to audition. You'll be great," he said, grinning and then following her and Rose towards the theatre entrance, sitting down behind the piano as soon as they entered, stretching his fingers slightly and playing a couple of chords and scales. "Clara, you are singing..?" he questioned.

Clara Oswald swallowed but returned the smile, shaking her head. Him and his flirtatiousness. It was embarrassing sometimes. Her hands were shaking as they entered the room. Why was it so hard to go first? Why was it so hard to go at all? She realized Clever asked a question, and shook herself. "Think of me. From Webber's Phantom of the Opera." she said, trying to at least try and sound confident.

Rose Tyler 's eyes traveled between the two for a moment before leading the way to the theatre, motioning for Clara to step onto the stage as she took her seat in the third row of the house, crossing her legs and pulling a notebook and pen to her lap, glancing up at the song title. "Right then, give your sheet music to Mister Sigma here and we'll have at it, yeah?" She quickly jotted down Clara's name and the song beside it. "Phantom, weren't you worried? Longest running show on Broadway, second on the West End and you've managed to pick the big, bravado female number. Bit overdone." Part of her was honest (really, all of her was; everything she said was true), and part of her, as Clever knew, just liked to see how confident the actors could be in their choices.

Clever Sigma laughed. "That's Clara for you, always the brave and bold one," he replied, grinning, and then taking the sheet music from Clara, scanning it over. "Think of me. I am familiar with that one, nice song," he remarked, shrugging slightly. He'd leave it to Rose to be the expert on whether Clara had made a good song choice - after all, she was the singer. He just played piano, and sung occasionally, casually.

Clara Oswald raised and eyebrow and let out a breath. "I've performed the song before." She said. "It fits within my range quite well, and since this is an audition, I found it appropriate." She said, confidant. She may have been nervous before, but now, when it came to her choices, especially with her voice, there was no stopping her, no giving her doubts.

Rose Tyler smirked slightly at her response, leaning back in her chair before giving a curt nod. "Right then," She began, adding a few notes to the piece of paper. "Go on. Whenever you feel comfortable."

Clever Sigma grinned as his hands hovered over the piano, poised and ready to play, looking at Clara. "Ready?" he asked, smiling in reassurance.

Clara Oswald smiled at Clever, and gave him a quick nod. The song started, that wonderful two measures of piano before her entrance. "Think of me. Think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye.." surprisingly, when Clara held that note, the vibrato stayed. She was thankful for the even tone. Her voice was always her best feature, the only thing she accepted compliments about. "Remember me, every so often, promise me you'll try. On that day, that not so distant day, when you are far away and free, if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me." Clara waited as Clever played the instrumental and skipped Raoul's part, like she noted in the music. She swayed a little, getting into it with a small smile on her face.

Theta Sigma peeks in through the large double doors at the front of the concert hall, his ears instantly filling with the sound of Clara's voice. He smiled, sliding in quietly and creeping down the dark aisle to the row just behind Rose to sit and listen. He knew that as an auditioner himself he wasn't exactly allowed to listen to others, but it's not like they were for the same part, and he never offered his opinion to Rose even as Stage Manager unless he wasn't planning to be in the performance as well. No one had ever accused them of being unfair or biased, and he liked to keep it that way. He leaned back, arms crossing behind his head and closing his eyes to the chiming tones.

Rose Tyler shut her eyes, sticking the end of her pen into her mouth as she listened to the voice that came out of her old friend's mouth; not near what she was expecting from the small girl, a wonderfully pleasant surprise. Hearing a shuffling behind her, she gave a glance back at the familiar brunette behind her, giving a slight nod, her eyebrows raised, as if to say, Looks like we've got a change in the lineup this year.

Clever Sigma smiled at Clara as she sang, still in awe of her voice. Yes, he'd told her that she should audition, and he didn't regret suggesting that to her, not one little bit. Because up there, on stage, if there was any doubt before that Clara Oswald shone like a star, then there was none now. She was a star, but in a humble way, shy and nervous, but her voice was beautiful and effortless. And when he glanced at Rose, he was pretty sure she'd enjoyed hearing Clara sing. He was also sure that she hadn't noticed Theta, his brother, slip into the auditorium, sitting down behind her.

Theta Sigma gave a knowing look in return to Rose, his eyes then catching those of his younger brother, giving him a nod. Clara had a wonderful voice. He wondered why she had seemed so nervous in the first place. He leans forward, mouth hovering next to Rose's ear. "What do you think?" he whispers.

Clara Oswald, surprisingly, was too involved in the song to care, even if she saw a shadow sneak in. She let it pass over her, because it didn't matter. "And though it's clear, though it was always clear, that this was never meant to be, just, please promise me that sometimes you will think of me. Think of August when the trees were green, don't think about, the way things might have been. " she paused and smiled a little sadly, thinking of Rose, what their friendship would have become if she didn't move. "Think of me, think of me waking silent and resigned. Imagine me, trying too hard, to put you from my mind. Think of me, please say you'll think off me, whatever else you choose to do, there will never be a day when I won't think of you!" she sang the high note for a couple beats, enthralled by the feeling, before going on. "Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade, they have their season so do we, but please promise me, that sometimes, you...willl...think." she took a breath, opening her eyes, ready for the Canzonetta. She opened her mouth and sang the first part, very staccato, second part, legato....and went to her B flat, taking a breath and a moment, before finally, finally...she rose to the high b flat. "Of ME!" she finished, a smile on her face as she felt the victory of the song, the wonderful chord settling in her veins. It was over.

Rose Tyler allowed a small grin to crawl across her face as Clara continued singing, turning her head just slightly to whisper back to Theta, her eyes never leaving the girl on the stage. "Never knew this part of her," She admitted, impressed. "Every year, y'expect a surprise like this, like y'see in shows'n films, but't never happens. And here she is. Black horse." The blonde silenced as the girl reached the end of the song, listening to hear how she'd go about the finish. Rose couldn't help her grin widening as the final note was hit; more than impressive. Extraordinary. Quickly, she set her face back to neutral, sketching note after note onto her paper. "List goes up Wednesday evenin' outside this buildin', Clara. Thank you."

Clever Sigma nodded at Clara, smiling. "Well done, Clara. You did well," he said, grinning and handing the sheet music back to her politely. "Always a surprise, isn't she, Rose?" he remarked. "And you, Clara, I'll see you around, see you at tech class."

  Clara Oswald walks around the halls, looking around. She had no idea where her first class was, and could only hope she'd find Rose soon.

Kappa Sigma entered the main hallway and spotted an unfamiliar face walking toward him. He stepped in front of her, waving his hands to get her attention. "Hi! Are you new here? You look lost."

Clara Oswald shook herself out of her trance and looked into some friendly green eyes, immediately smiling. "Oh, um, yes.. I am...and yes...I am.."

Kappa Sigma: "What's your first class?" he asked, snatching the schedule out of her hand before she could answer. "Oh! Shakespearean English. That's my first class, too. Follow me!" He ducked to the side and started down the hallway.

Clara Oswald awkwardly let him lead her. After all, how else was she suppose to get to class anyway? And he seemed to at least know where he was going. "Um, thanks?"

Kappa Sigma turned to face her so he was walking backwards. "No problem! I'm Kappa Sigma. You can call me Siggy, or Kap, or just Kappa. Nobody actually calls me Siggy, unfortunately." He frowned slightly. "Do you have a name?" he asked as he turned around, saving himself from tripping over something before reaching the classroom.

Rose Tyler sat early in the third row of Mr. Logan's Shakespeare class, legs crossed and eyes following the lines of a book in front of her. Her head popped up for a moment in the empty room, hearing voices approaching.

Clara Oswald: watched the strange guy guide her to her classroom with a mix of admiration and amusement. "I'm Clara. Clara Oswald." She said, smiling. "And you must be Amy's best mate. She told me about you." The brunette laughed, watching him awkwardly walk about with the coordination of a giraffe. He was definitely adorable.

Kappa Sigma "She didn't say anything bad about me, did she?" he asked, a mixture of real and pseudo-worry in his tone, as he stopped to open the classroom door for her. He walked in after Clara, excitement taking over as he spotted his brother's girlfriend, Rose, sitting in the room. "Rose!" he cried as he scurried to the desk to the right of hers and pointing to the one in front of him, shooting a small smile at Clara.

Rose Tyler laughed, seeing the familiar face--and chin--enter the room, giving a big wave. "Kappa!" She grinned at his enthusiasm, seeing the familiar brunette beside him and giving a wave to her as well. "See you've found my mate Clara--you'd best be being nice to her or I'll have your brother right on you, you hear me?"

Clara Oswald simply laughed, thinking the question didn't need an answer. "Thank you, Kappa." she smiled at the gentlemanly action, and waved at Rose, laughing at her comments. "Don't worry Rose, he was just showing me where class was." she said, watching him in the corner of her eye. She sat down, and straightened her skirt, but turned, wanting to still keep contact.

Kappa Sigma "Yeah, Rose, I was just showing her where class was," he said, unable to fight the urge to stick out his tongue at her. "Don't look now," he started, leaning in closer so he would whisper, "but Mr Logan's hair just moved."

Rose Tyler poked Kappa in the shoulder teasingly, shaking her head and crossing her ankles, placing her copy of Julius Caesar on her desk. She nearly snorted with laughter at his comment, leaning back and looking up at her old friend. "So, you liking things here so far? I mean, besides this fool." She teased, biting her lip as she grinned.

Clara Oswald "Oh. It's quite nice to be back. Even if it feels different. And..Kappa is....fine." Clara said, quietly, much more shy then her two fellow students. "But, I have to admit, the teacher looks a bit on the scary side." The brunette giggled a bit, having to meet the eyes of the attractive Sigma sitting behind her. She couldn't help herself, he was funny, and even if he was a bit awkward, Clara couldn't help liking him immediately.

Kappa Sigma ran a hand through his hair, letting out an amused chuckle. "He isn't scary," he whispered. "Just...strange. Rose is much scarier than he is," he said quickly, flinching reflexively in case Rose decided to hit him.

Rose Tyler The blonde frowned at the man in front of her, elbowing him just a bit roughly. "Oi," She snapped, unable to stop laughing. "Don't go on giving her the wrong idea about things! I've got enough trouble with other Sigmas!"

Clara Oswald raised an eyebrow. "Other Sigmas? You mean, Theta, the boyfriend, and...Clever. Right?" she asked curiously, somehow extremely interested in who these brothers were. Clever was an awfully weird name for a triplet like that. Not Greek like the other two.

Kappa Sigma "Oh, fine. I'll be nice, then," Kappa promised Rose—but he had his index and middle fingers crossed under his desk. He turned to Clara and smiled proudly. "Yep, that's right. Theta, Clever, and I—we're the Sigmas."

Rose Tyler "The boyfriend," She laughed,shaking her head. "Yeah, the lot of you are pains in the arse."

Clara Oswald laughed. "I could understand Theta, and maybe Kappa, but what's wrong with Clever?" she asked, now genuinely curious, they seemed to be ignoring the subject.

Kappa Sigma shrugged slightly. "Clever is just...the biggest pain in the arse out of the three of us," he told her, not exactly wanting to get into specifics. His jaw clenched, barely noticeably, as he thought about the unforgivable thing Clever did during their freshman year.

Kappa Sigma He shrugged off the thought as he played with the schedule that was still in his hands. "Oh—I didn't realize I still had your schedule." His eyes scanned it for a moment. "You have your next class with Clever. Tech."

Rose Tyler bit the inside of her cheek, nodding along with what Kappa said, resting her chin in her hands. "If that's how y'want t'put't. You're taking tech?" She frowned. "I've got history." Rose shrugged. "Just keep your distance."

Clara Oswald 's eyes narrowed. This was quite strange. She opened her mouth to talk again, wanting to ask more questions, but she had the suspicions that this was a very delicate subject. So she took her schedule from Kappa, smiling weakly, and turned around. Just as class was about to begin. It wasn't long before they were put into groups, and luckily, Kappa, Clara and Rose, were all together. They were talking about their summer reading, which was Much Ado About Nothing, even if they were starting Julius Ceasar that day. Clara adored Shakespeare, and found Much Ado to be her favorite comedy. She turned to Rose and Kappa. "So...did you actually read?"

Kappa Sigma A triumphant grin spread across Kappa's face as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. He did try his best to maintain a decent grade point average, but handing him a book and telling him to write a report on it over summer vacation was just simply not going to happen. "Nope." He turned to Rose, awaiting her answer.

Rose Tyler reached into her bag, pulling out the play and straightening her back slightly. "I read it," She sighed, flipping through the pages. "Haven't written much'f anythin' yet, though. Oops."

Clara Oswald smiled at Kappa and shook her head. "I'm starting to get what Rose means, Kappa." she said saucily. "Well, shall we at least answer the questions, while chinboy sits there and looks pretty?"

Kappa Sigma's smile faded, his expression turning theatrically offended. "Oi! You're not supposed to take her side," he whined before reaching into his bag and pulling out his copy of the play—he might as welllook like he was working. The nickname she gave him registered in his mind a moment too late as he reached up and touched his chin, scoffing lightly.

Rose Tyler nodded, pulling a pen from her pocket. "She's completely allowed to take the right side, Kappa!" She laughed, her voice hushed as she looked down at the paper, jotting down whatever she remembered. "Chin boy, I like that."

Clara Oswald She simply raised an eyebrow. "I have known her longer, no matter how cute you are." she simply replied, smirking as she grabbed a pen, taking out the book.

Kappa Sigma "Bugger off, Rose." He chuckled and threw his pen at her arm. Kappa tapped his finger against the cover of his book absentmindedly for a moment. "You can't make fun of my chin one moment, and then call me cute the next. Choose one."

Rose Tyler Her eyes darted back and forth for a moment between the two, grinning to herself. "Oi, would the two of you stop bickering and someone tell me a proper theme for the play that isn't something cheesy like 'love conquers adversity'?"

Clara Oswald was still looking into green eyes, a smirk on her lips. "Make me choose one, chinboy." she said, barely a whisper. "The Importance of Honor, Rose, because of the weight on Hero's honor, how it actually could change their love into immediate dismissal." she said, but she didn't turn to Rose, still smirking, still looking into his eyes.

Kappa Sigma Kappa waved a hand toward Rose in an attempt to hush her without breaking his gaze away from Clara's eyes. "Well, maybe I will," was the best comeback he could muster as he leaned closer, but just a bit.

Rose Tyler "Honor," She muttered, jotting down the words in her somewhat messy script. Her honey-colored eyes glanced back and forth between the two. "Beatrice and honor?" She laughed, trying to ease the tension, tapping Kappa on the forehead with her pencil. "You're getting a grade f'this too. Work."

Clara Oswald was entranced by him. Which was strange, because she never reacted to men this way, she was drowning in his eyes, his adorable smirk, and was practically smitten. Then Rose tapped Kappa's head, and like snapping out from under a spell, Clara started writing again, avoiding Kappa's eyes.

Kappa Sigma His hands flew up to swat at Rose's pencil. "We have less than five minutes of class left! And besides, I don't have a pen because I threw mine at you," he reminded her, tilting his head down to stare at the pen under her desk.

Rose Tyler "And who's fault is that, eh?" She grinned cheekily, kicking the pen over to him. "Well, you'd best get something done for this. Just because you know I'll pull it together last minute to get a decent grade doesn't mean it's right."

Clara Oswald smiled a bit at the interaction, and then said "Don't worry Rose, even if chinboy leaves you I'll help us get a good grade." she smiled. And then she stared at her paper, trying so very hard not to look up at Kappa, even if their eyes did meet a few times. The bell rang, and her first class was over.

Kappa Sigma Kappa rolled his eyes at both of them as the bell sounded. He shot up out of his seat and gathered his things before pushing past someone to loosely wrap an arm around Clara's shoulders. "And for the record, I'd prefer to be 'cute,' because my chin is a perfectly normal size, thank you," he whispered close to her ear just as they passed through the doors.

Melody Pond was leaning against the wall next to the door, waiting for Kappa. She quickly spotted him, his arms wrapped around another girl. Rage burned inside of her as she walked over him, planting a light kiss on his cheek. "Good Morning Kap."

Rose Tyler quickled scrambled, pulling her things together before preparing to head to the building over for her concentrated history courses. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the three, her heart aching for her old friend as she wave a small wave before quickly scurrying by without making a scene.

Clara Oswald was trying not to feel her heart rate significantly raise as Kappa whispered in her ear.  "Cute it is, Chinboy." she smirked and laughed anyway, till they walked out of the classroom, and found a blonde seemingly waiting for him. She watched, her eyebrows knitted as she kissed Kappa on the cheek. Clara caught the glare, and her eyes widened just a little. What exactly had she done wrong?

Kappa Sigma retracted his arm the moment he saw Mels. "Hey, Mels," he greeted her with a smile before turning his head to look back at Clara. "This, uh... This is Clara. Clara, this is Melody, my girlfriend."

Melody Pond glared at Clara before simply greeting her. "Hi," she stated coldly before turning to Kappa. "We have physics next."