Check out Alexa James' piece in today's Times Herald-Record: On a December night, in the high school auditorium, junior Noah Meyer finds himself steaming across the Atlantic on a luxury ocean liner.
Ignore the plaid pants and Death Cab for Cutie T-shirt. Ignore the red hair with two black stripes, like a skunk, that run from his forehead to the nape of his neck. Noah is now an English gentleman, and he's about to do the highly anticipated "hot pants" scene.
Knock, knock.
"Come in," he calls.
"Freeze! Let's hear that again, only louder," booms a woman's voice in the back of the auditorium. It's the director. "I can't cast somebody I can't hear."
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