high school role plays

“I grew up on a farm in the panhandle of Texas. One day I was driving my father’s tractor, feeling sorry for myself, and trying to figure out what I was going to do with my life. I’d flunked out of law school. I couldn’t play football or tennis. The only thing I’d ever been good at was performing. In high school, I’d played the lead role in both the junior and senior plays. So I saved up enough money during the harvest season to buy a little red Yamaha motorcycle. Then I drove to Dallas so I could go into show business! I did some plays in Dallas, then I got a touring role in Fiddler on The Roof, then I rode my motorcycle to Hollywood to be a movie star! I got my first big role two months after I arrived. They paid me $500 a week for six weeks. I thought, “Man! This is Hollywood!’ My character was a cowboy outlaw in a motorcycle gang. He ended up getting killed by a pitchfork while trying to rescue the leader’s girlfriend from a hippie commune. You know how I got the part? I walked into the audition and told them I’d do the whole part cross-eyed. Just like this. You know how hard it is to ride a motorcycle cross-eyed? Almost impossible. But I did it! Unfortunately it ended up being the worst reviewed movie ever made.”


Michael Arden, man of the moment in L.A. theater, stages a revival of a famously ‘troubled’ musical

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Director Michael Arden is addressing his cast and crew, assembled in a large circle on the first day of rehearsals for “Merrily We Roll Along” at the Wallis Annenberg Center for the Performing Arts in Beverly Hills.

For the next five weeks, these people will gather in the confines of a black-box theater for eight hours a day, six days a week in preparation for their opening Wednesday.

Arden does, in fact, know what he’s doing. He’s been thinking about “Merrily” for a long time. In high school, he played the small role of the club pianist and understudied the show’s lead character, Franklin Shepard. Now, nearly 20 years later, Arden is staging a revival of the famously “troubled” Stephen Sondheim-George Furth musical, which opened on Broadway in 1981 and closed after only 16 regular performances and 44 previews.

Many, including the critics, found the show’s structure confusing. “Merrily” revolves around three friends — Franklin, Mary and Charley — beginning in 1976 as jaded adults and playing backward to 1957 when they were just starting out, full of hope and optimism.

“I think it was ahead of its time,” Arden says. “People absorbed information through entertainment in a different way than they do now. We soak up information in a way that is not as straightforward and linear as it once was.”

Interest in the musical has never waned. It’s been staged around the world, and its songs, including “Not a Day Goes By” and “Old Friends,” are regularly performed in cabarets and concerts. A new documentary, “Best Worst Thing That Ever Could Have Happened,” directed by original Broadway cast member Lonny Price, premiered at the New York Film Festival in October and hit theaters Nov. 18.

For Arden, it was the music — for which Sondheim received a Tony nomination — and the musical’s message that drew him back to the show.

“I fell in love with it,” he says. “What it has to say about how and why we sacrifice our ideals to achieve our dreams is really important and something worth examining for audiences now.”

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The Play (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

A/N: A Mad Tea Party was a play at my school last year, I did not participate and I have no idea what the lead roles were in all honesty. I didn’t even see the play. I didn’t know what play to use so I just used that one. Please don’t hate me. Y/F/B=your favorite book. Also I don’t know if schools give acting scholarships. Also I don’t know how big actors get in their high school primarily because I’m not in theater. Also I don’t know how long rehearsals usually go for.

Time Period: Modern, high school AU

Word Count: N/A

Warnings: cussing

Summary: The reader and Lin are in high school and they both get the lead roles in the play and they like each other a lot.

Tags: @living-in-lala-land-forever

Prompt: Hi, I’d like to have an imagine if it’s not too much trouble. Maybe Lin x reader… where they got the two lead roles in a play, and are excited to work with each other. But reader has a crush on Lin, and in the end he does too! Thanks


You had recently tried out for the lead of the new school play, A Mad Tea Party, and today was the day you were to find out if you got the role or not. You were buzzing with energy by the time the list got posted. You were the only one in your group of friends that was into theater and performing, but they supported you regardless because they loved you and they saw all of your performances.
You walked to the door leading into the theater where the list of the cast and their designated characters was to be posted. The list wasn’t posted yet, but there was one other person there. No. It couldn’t be. The big shot actor of your school was all alone waiting to find out if he got a role. You quietly sat down, leaning against the wall as you waited for the list to be posted. You pulled out Y/F/B and began to read when you saw him sit down next to you out of the corner of your eye.
“What are you reading?” He asked with a smile on his face. Damn he was cute. You knew he was cute and you’ve talked to him a few times but not enough to call yourselves friends.
“Y/F/B. It’s really good. Do you want to read the description?” You handed him the book when he nodded.
“Wow! This book seems really good. Do they have a copy of it in the library?”
“Oh. Yeah, of course. They have almost everything in the library.”
“Everything except scripts and plays,” he said smiling at the comment and earning a giggle from you.
“So, I don’t know if you remember me,“you started to say as you took your book back,"but I’m Y/N.”
“Of course I remember you! How could I not? We worked on English projects together all freshman year.”
“Oh right! I kinda blocked out freshman year. It was a bad year for me in all honesty.”
“Well, I’m Lin if you don’t remember my name. It’s okay that you blocked it out. Everyone has those years that they just want to forget.”
“How could I forget your name, Lin?” You asked, almost shocked.“You’re one of the top actors in this school and rumor has it that there’s a lot of schools willing to give you scholarships just for your acting abilities.”
“Are you kidding? Where are those rumors coming from? I’ve received one scholarship and I don’t even know if I’m going to accept.” He smiled a little and you did as well.
Suddenly, the door to the theater opened and the teacher walked out with the paper and posted the list. Seeing as you two were the only ones there, you both got up and walked to the list.

Lin-Manuel Miranda………………Mad Hatter

Y/N L/N…………………………Queen of Hearts

“Congrats!” Lin turned and told you very enthusiastically.
“Congrats to you too! You’re one of the leads!”
“Hey, so are you! You’re going to be the queen!”
“You’re the Mad fucking Hatter, dude!”
Your group of friends walked up, all gathering you in a group hug. They heard you and Lin from down the hall so they knew what role you were. You hugged them back, but you didn’t notice that Lin had left. Once the hug broke, your friends congratulated you and you went to go celebrate. You were a little sad that Lin had left. You wish he had stayed, you would’ve invited him along. You liked him your freshman year and you knew that this play was going to bring back those feelings and you weren’t hesitant about it, you actually hoped that there was something between the two of you.
As Lin walked to his car, he became lost in his thoughts. He liked you a lot but he thought that you were too big of an actress at your high school to possibly like him. He felt his phone buzz and when he pulled it out of his pocket, he saw that it was a text from his friend Chris.

“Hey, dude! Congrats on getting the role in the school play!”
Lin smiled at that, slightly wondering how his friend would know already, considering he wasn’t at school that day.

“Thanks, man! How’d you know?”
As he awaited a response, he got in his car and pulled out of the school parking lot. A moment later his phone buzzed. Since it was a red light, he quickly looked at his phone, expecting a text from Chris but it was from you.

“Hey, Lin, its Y/N L/N. I’m sorry we didn’t get to say goodbye earlier.”
He smiled and when he looked up, the light was green and drove the rest of the way home in peace with a goofy grin on his face.


Two weeks later, rehearsals had started and boy was it a lot. Rehearsals were two hours long, three days a week. It was starting to take a toll on your grades, you weren’t able to keep up with your classes as well as you did the other times you were in school plays. Something about this one seemed different, though. You didn’t know what but something about doing these rehearsals was different.

“Hey, dude. Ready for today’s rehearsal?” Lin asked you
“Hell yeah. Are you?” You asked, a little bit shocked. You were both in the same history class and you didn’t talk to each other before finding out you got the leads. You were quick to find that your past feelings for him were slowly resurfacing.
“I was born ready.” Both you and Lin smiled and the final bell rang, signaling the start of class.
Once class had ended, you were going to run to your locker really fast to grab your math book and English binder. Lin, however, seemed to have other plans. Lin waited for you after class and he walked with you to your locker. It wasn’t unusual for him to walk with you to your locker, but today was odd. He walked closer than usual and he wasn’t as talkative. When he did talk, he stuttered a lot and generally seemed nervous. Once you finally got to your locker and you opened it, he leaned against the other lockers and suddenly didn’t seem as nervous.

“So…Y/N…” he began to say, deciding that it was now or never.
“Yes?” You responded, raising an eyebrow.
“I was wondering,” he said looking up at you now rather than at the floor,“if you would like to go out and visit the book store or the mall or something this weekend?”
Your eyes widened and you were so shocked that you almost dropped your binder, a look of worry cascading his face.
“Uh, yes! I’d love to. Going to a bookstore sounds fun. I think a new one opened recently.”
“Cool! I heard about that. Would Saturday work?”
“Yeah, I’ll have to double check with my parents but I’m sure it’ll be fine.” You said, closing your locker, turning so that you could walk to his locker.
“Sounds good. I actually don’t have to go to my locker today, so do you want to just head to the theater?”
“Duh. Where else would we go?” You said with a smile, earning a grin in response. He took your hand and you both walked to the theater.


The day of your date arrived. You wore a Y/F/C tank top with a contrasting flannel, a pair of skinny jeans, and boots. As you put the finishing touches on your makeup, you heard a knock on the door. As you left your room, you grabbed your purse and walked to the living room where Lin and your mother were talking.
“…well speak of the devil, look who’s here.” Your mom said with a smile, standing up from the couch.
“Wow.” Lin looked shocked at how beautiful you looked. You typically didn’t dress that nice at school, so it was a change. Granted, you were both going to a few bookstores, but hey, there’s no issue in looking nice.
“Thanks,” you said as you felt your face heat up with blush rushing to your cheeks,“you look pretty good too.”
“Well, I’ll just let you crazy kids go on your date. Have fun, Y/N and Lin. Be safe! Call me when you leave, sweetie!”
After she said that, you groaned and Lin let out a little giggle. He took your hand in his and walked you out to his car.
Needless to say, the date was fantastic. You bought 5 books from various bookstores and Lin bought 3. You both eventually went out and got frozen yogurt just to drag out the date a little bit longer.


Opening night was finally here and you were nervous. You had all your lines down and you knew all your cues. You had practiced them so many times. You soon began to accompany your nervousness with the fact that you had to perform in front of your grandma. She was everything to you and you wanted to make her proud.
The play had ended and without making a single mistake. You were proud of yourself and your fellow cast mates.
“Oh sweetie, that was so good!” Your grandma said, pulling you into a hug after handing you red roses.
“Thank you, grandma! I’m so glad you were able to make it!” You smiled at your grandma, escaping the hug to hug your parents.
“I want to see every performance!” Your grandmother had stated, causing everyone to laugh. You soon felt someone tapping on your shoulder. You turned around and saw Lin.
“Hey, dude! Nice job on stage today!” You said, pulling him into a hug.
“Thanks, you too!” He smiled as he said that. “Is it alright if I steal her for the evening Mr. L/N?”
“That is fine by me. Be safe, Y/N. Don’t drink or anything alright?”
“Alright, dad. Thank you for the concern.” You pulled your family into a hug before heading backstage to change out of your costume and into regular clothes before heading out with Lin. When you got into the parking lot, he pulled you in for a hug and sweetly pressed his lips to yours. You kissed back, slightly in shock. That was the first time he had kissed you and it was nice. Once he pulled back, he stood back.
“Yeah, Lin?”
“Do you maybe want to go to senior prom with me?”
Without hesitation, you pulled Lin into a hug and kissed his cheek.
“Is that a yes?”
“Duh.” He pulled you in for another kiss. You both soon headed to the cast party, creating a perfect end to a perfect night.

One of my best high school memories is my already-legendary history teacher enacting a role-playing exercise where she was Tsar Nicholas II, and all the students were Russian officials who had to give a briefing on some sensitive topic without enraging the Tsar.

The guidelines were something like, “I am ill-tempered, mercurial, deeply reactionary, with an abiding love of my late father and all he stood for,” and there was a growing list on the board of banned words including Duma, reform, constitution, etc.

But the best part of it all was “please explain just how, exactly, Japan sunk half our navy in forty-five minutes.


Kickstarter link: Last Year - Experience the nightmare together as you and 5 friends struggle to survive against one player that’s playing as the Killer.


  • Genre: Asymmetrical Multiplayer Survival Horror
  • Player count: 5 vs 1
  • Platforms: PC
  • Rating: M 17+
  • Launch: Fall 2016
  • Perspective: First Person

Game Synopsis:

In Last Year you’ll experience the nightmare together as you and 5 friends struggle to survive against one player that’s playing as the Killer. Explore familiar territory based on classic horror movie locations including Camp Silver Lake and East Side High. You’ll play the roles of 5 stereotypical high school characters while co-operating to complete objectives and survive.

so two really great things have happened that I’ve thought about a lot and hoped would happen:

1) my favorite professor and I are having a real conversation (via email) and I’m becoming less terrified of her by the day

2) I’m in a play I would never have been cast in in high school, and I could never have played the role then but I can now (and the general consensus is that I’m pretty good)

Not Hurt [Open]

((This RP is a high school AU for Saints Row, so every character is in high school. :3 Yay for AU’s! Now let’s get back to the RP!))

Eddie Pryor hissed in pain as he pushed his way towards his first hour class. His ankle was throbbing painfully, but he forced himself to push it away. It was bad enough that he had actually hurt himself, but the way he had done it just made his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He would’ve been fine if he had just stepped wrong or in some sort of pot hole, but the universe hadn’t been on his side when it happened.

He had hurt himself tripping up a flight of stairs.

At first Eddie thought that the pain would eventually go away and then he’d be fine in the morning, but when he had woken up that morning the pain was the same as it had been the previous day, if anything worse. Any normal, weak person, would have gone to a hospital, but he was not weak. A painful ankle wouldn’t stop him, and he was pretty great at hiding a limp. People wouldn’t ask questions if they knew what was good for them.

He walked into his class and sat down in his seat quickly, very eager to get off of his throbbing ankle. Making sure no one was looking, he casually slid his hands down to both of his ankles to check and see if the hurt one was swollen at all, and sure enough it was slightly swollen. He growled and shook his head in annoyance.

“Fucking perfect,” he hissed, “I really screwed something up…”

I love Youtube because it gives marginalized artists and performers a platform to share their talent with the world.

When I was in high school, I auditioned for a major role in a school play. I got the role and even started working on memorizing all my dialogues and everything.

Then one day, out of the blue, the director started having issues with my hijab, saying I wouldn’t be able to dress “appropriately” for the role. Mind you, this teacher also criticized me for “violating the school dress code” which explicitly stated students weren’t allowed to wear hats or hoodies in class. My role was then given to a white boy.

Youtube gives girls like me a chance to do what we love. I don’t care if only five people watch my videos. Just recording them alone makes me so happy. It’s a great feeling when your appearance doesn’t get in the way of your dreams.

Imagine the nations doing a High School Musical play and Romano got the role of Sharpay while Germany got Troy, and Romano would just change his lines completely so he could make fun of Germany all the time

Send me a symbol and I´ll write my muse´s response to yours

☠  harrassing them after school
☂  asking them for help on cheating
♣  being bullied
♧  bullying someone
✂ breaking open a locker that doesnt belong to them
✘  getting injured during PE
☼ sitting in the nurse´s office
♔ bringing their pet to school
♒ sleeping during class
✯  smoking in the bathroom
⚜   being offered drugs
♘  finding a weapon in your muse´s bag
☸ sitting in detention
✿ making fun of their pencil case or backpack

Today it was revealed that Yamada Ryosuke (Hey! Say! JUMP) (22) will be the main actor for this year’s 24hrs TV Drama, called 「お母さん、俺は大丈夫」(mom, i’m ok)

Yamada will play the role of a high school student who plays soccer. But one day, this guy discovers he has a brain tumor: the story begins in his second year of high school and shows his struggle against the disease, the surgery and, later, the inevitable death.

This special Drama will be aired on 22th August 2015.  The final cast will include also Takahisa Masuda (NEWS) (28) as Yamada’s older brother, Shimoda Shiota (13) as younger brother, Yasuda Narumi (48) and Akai Hidekazu (55) as his parents.

My senior year of high school, we did a show that I truly do believe is one of the greatest musicals ever written and created, it’s one of the best books ever written, and it is a truly moving piece. And I was so lucky to have been able to be this part because it was my first kind of like lead role ever in a musical in high school. I got to play Tevye in our production of Fiddler on the Roof and to pick a song from this is very difficult because there’s so many wonderful, iconic numbers from it. But just to be a traditionalist, because I’m sure my dad will get a kick out of it, I have to play the great Topol’s version of ‘If I Were a Rich Man.’
—  Darren Criss, Sirius XM Broadway Takeover

Blog Post #37: Role-play Now, And Write Better Later

Followers, raise your hand if you’re a role-play blog. I’ve gotten a lot of questions lately on role-playing and how to approach a certain character type, and it’s got me thinking that I talk far too much about “traditional fiction” here. A lot of my followers are role-players–some with dreams of becoming big Novel Best-Sellers later in life and some who just enjoy the experience for what it is and will pursue other careers: science, and math, and everything in between. In fact, some of my favorite blogs are RPH’s (a quick shout out to the amazing kstewrpc one more time). As for me, I’ve been role-playing in and out of different groups–I never did get the hang of indie–since my Junior year of high school. 

Role-play has always been a way to test-run my writing: to try out new styles, to explore the brains of new characters. In fact, every book I’ve ever written has started out with a role-play endeavor. When these characters finally hit the page, they change and mature, and by the time the last page is finished, they hardly resemble their role-play counterpart, but that’s not the point; the point is that between every para reply and every gif chat, I learned something about writing and about how to be another character. Role-play is incredibly good practice. 

For all of my role-play followers, you already know this, so take it as a reminder: what you’re doing does matter, is important, and will help you in the future. Role-play doesn’t always get the best reputation–in fact, it’s often highly misunderstood–but it’s such incredibly good practice that I find it amazing that more writers don’t start out this way (or maybe they do and just don’t tell us). 

For those of you who haven’t yet ventured into the role-play world, I highly recommend it. Even if you stay for only a week, even if you only have one character (because careful, if you get hooked like I have, you just might end up with ten), it will help you to focus your skills and force you explore the inner-workings of your character’s mind more in depth than you ever thought possible. By the time you leave a role-play, it’s likely you’ll know more about your character than you ever needed; most if it will have to be recycled, inner knowledge you couldn’t fit into your book but that maybe you’ll release slowly years later like J.K. Rowling. Whatever the case may be, your dialogue will be richer, your descriptions more detailed, and you’ll understand your character through every bump in the road and writer’s block that hits you along the way. 

Having trouble coming up with the next big hit? Take a break from writing to, well, write a little differently.