I feel like some of the dynamic of this story kind of changed since when I initially started writing it, so I apologize for the fact that some information doesn't necessarily correspond with the first few chapters...

John Lennon's POV

"Please sit still!" David Bowie snarls at me, "I'm trying so hard to get your makeup to look right, and you keep squirming!"

I respond, "Come on, David!" and I pull alway from his hold, "You know makeup is my absolute least favorite part of theater, right?"

David rolls his eyes and says, "You don't say, Lennon?" and he laughs, "Maybe if you tolerated it a little better you would have learned to do your own makeup somewhere along the line and I wouldn't have to do it for you every single time!"

David continues along, carefully observing a palette of eyeshadow, "Okay," and he looks again, "Okay, I definitely think this brown, yes," and he looks down again, "Oh yes, and this purple will best bring out your eyes!"

I back away yet again, "Wait! Whoa, whoa, whoa..." and I start to gasp, "You mean to tell me I have to wear eyeshadow like a complete poofer?" At that moment, David drops his palette on the ground.

"What did you just say?" David growls.

"Um, it was just a joke, man," and then I try to retain a somewhat straight and composed face. "Take no offense!"

"John," and David takes a deep breath, I can tell he's fuming at me right now, "It's like this, you might not have meant it offensively, but nonetheless that's how it was taken. A simple 'I'm sorry' and a promise to not say that again would be nice."

"Okay," I begin, "I really am sorry, I was being closed minded and rude and I promise not to say that again."

David smiles as he picks up his palette, "Well, good then! I'm glad that's sorted out." He goes back to working on the makeup, and then says, "Okay, close your eyes, I'm doing eyeliner now."

"What?" Don't say anything offensive.... "Oh, okay." I comply, and soon enough it's all on.

"You're done!" and David smiles. I get down from my chair and go to get see how everyone else is coming along. Yes, Stevie, Kate, and Peter are all ready to go.

"Okay, kiddies!" Mr. Richard shouts to us all, "I see you are all ready now, so let's all get together and start this dress rehearsal, shall we?"

"Woo!" Kate screams, doing a little interpretative dance, "I was born ready!"

"I like your enthusiasm, Kate!" Mr. Richard yells back, "So, everyone, get into your places for Act One, Scene One of Alice in Wonderland: The Musical." We all clap a bit, as we had been working forever to get this play together. It felt amazing to actually be at the dress rehearsal to properly perform it! Rather quickly, everyone is situated in place, and Mr. Richard says, "I would like you all to give a warm welcome to our resident pianist! Come on out, my man!"

A boy I don't initially recognize comes out a little nervously, "Hey, guys, I'm Billy Joel, and I guess I've been recruited to play piano for all of you."

"Welcome, Billy!" Stevie says, waving to him from her spot at the top. Billy waves back, smiles, and then returns to his little spot sequestered away by the stage.

"One, two, three..." and Mr. Richard pauses, "And.... ACTION!!"

Just like that, we all instantly get to acting our parts. I play a couple myself: I'm the Caterpillar and the Walrus. Stevie is our lovely Alice, and Kate is our Red Queen. It's really all going to be fantastic!

At the end of it all, we realize that the play is ready to go for tomorrow. It is a great feeling to feel that satisfaction...