Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Dishonored.

Warnings: Some language, a lot of creative licences have been taken.

XxX

If there was one thing Corvo hated about himself, it would be the fact that when it came to Ms. Kaldwin, he couldn't say no. Ms. Kaldwin, who was the school's head counselor, had helped Corvo through some rough patches in his freshman year. As a senior, he still went to Ms. Kaldwin during his lunch period, though the meetings became less formal as the years went on, it was nice for Corvo to have someone to actually listen to him.

Corvo did not actually know how the topic of singing came up into their conversation; all he knows is that the second he mentioned he sort of enjoyed singing, Ms, Kaldwin went on to talk about the upcoming Musical.

"You should audition, even if you don't get a part, it would still be an experience," She had said, grabbing one of the fliers that had the information about the musical.

Corvo had taken it and skimmed over it even though he had no intention of auditioning. He shrugged in response to what Ms. Kaldwin had said.

"I think it would be great for you Corvo, it is your last year here," She continued.

"Okay," Corvo replied, even though he really didn't want to audition. There was just something about Ms. Kaldwin that made him, and practically everyone around her, unable to say no.

So that was how Corvo Attano ended up sitting down in the back room connected to the theater waiting for his name to be called. He held the paper he had received from Ms. Kaldwin in his hand, idly folding and unfolding it.

Around him, other students were both talking and singing, practicing for when they would be called. Corvo did not think he would even be considered for a part and was really only auditioning for Ms. Kaldwin, hence the sitting in his seat silently.

Corvo cleared his throat, ignoring the footsteps that sounded as if they were approaching him. He didn't look up, someone was probably just walking past him to get to the group of students behind him.

"I haven't seen you here before," A smooth voice said. Corvo looked towards the voice and came face to face with the Outsider.

While it was his nickname for whatever reason, nobody actually knew the Outsider's real name. Everyone just called him that, the Outsider, or The-Really-Weird-Kid-Who-Sits-In-The-Back-And-Seems-To-Be-In-Everyone's-Art-Class. Most just stuck with the Outsider, however.

"So what made you decided to come to our theater?" the Outsider asked. Only he said "theater" as if it had three syllables. "Thee-ate-er" instead of "thee-ter."

Ignoring the Outsider's pronunciation, Corvo shrugged his shoulders in response. He watched as the Outsider crossed his arms. His eyes bore into Corvo's.

"Interesting," A pause. "Well, break a leg, Corvo."

The Outsider walked away from Corvo, who was nonplussed. First, how did the Outsider know his name; second, how can the Outsider manage to send chills up Corvo's spine just by saying his name?

"Corvo Attano," The same stagehand called, bringing Corvo out of his thought.

Setting the flier down on his seat, Corvo walked towards the stage door, thanking the stagehand as he held open the door.

"Make your way to the 'X' on the stage. It's bright pink, can't miss it," The stagehand said, gently closing the door as soon as Corvo was in the threshold.

He walked across the large stage, his shoes making a tapping sound as he walked. He stopped at the neon pink 'X' and wow did it hurt to look at.

"Name?" A surly voice demanded.

Corvo knew that voice, it belonged to Anton Sokolov. Sokolov, while he was the AP Art and Psychology teacher, somehow made time to be the director for both the school's play, and the upcoming musical.

Realizing that he still had to answer the question, Corvo quickly said his name.

Even though he was sitting a bit back from the stage, Corvo could still make out the gesture that Anton gave, a sign to start. Corvo cleared his throat before he began.

The song he chose to audition with wasn't anything popular or special, just an old song he remembered his mother singing to him before she passed. He went through the song, his voice echoing in the nearly empty theater, until Anton held up his hand to stop him.

"Cast list will be posted on Monday," The man said, his booming voice projecting itself across the theater.

Corvo gave a nod before exiting the stage, trying to open the exit door as quietly as possible. Before it shut he heard the sharp click of heels on the ground. He turned and saw one of the Boyle sisters, he could never tell them apart, strutting to the center of the stage.

She did not bother telling her name, instead she jumped right into a horribly off-key rendition of some hit song that had been on the radio for a few weeks. Corvo winced as he closed the door, the horrible singing following him as he exited the stage area.

Corvo thought about what he was going to do on the upcoming weekend as he exited the school. Normally he would head down to his part time job at Spiritual Remedies for the Soul, a second hand book store owned by Piero Joplin; but he had taken the day off due to the fact that Corvo had no idea how long his audition would take.

Since he had nothing else to do, Corvo figured he would head back to the tiny apartment he called home. While it was not in the best part of town, the rent was cheap and his landlord,

Cecelia, was somewhat lenient with the rent.

He had no homework for once, and really the only obligations he had was to run by the store and pick up a few things. He could do that on Sunday, however, which left the short break free for Corvo.

Really though, the only thing Corvo wanted to do was sleep when he got home. Beginning the two mile walk home, Corvo was humming his audition song, his mind drifting back to his encounter with the Outsider. Why was the Outsider there in the first place? It didn't seem like he was there to audition. But then again, Corvo did not really know anything about the Outsider himself.

Pushing the Outsider out of his mind, Corvo opened the door to his apartment building, giving a nod to Cecelia as he climbed up the stairs to his apartment. He unlocked the door and threw down his bag while also toeing off his shoes. He walked straight into the small section of the apartment that he called his bedroom, closed the door behind him, and fell face first into his bed.

His last thoughts before he drifted off to sleep were about the Outsider.

XxX

AN: Wow something that is going to have multiple parts AND is not TF2 related? Anyways I found this little prompt on Tumblr, which I will explain later as it might ruin some of the surprises. I don't really know when the next chapter will be out, but please stay with me on this one I have some high hopes for this.

This is my first time trying to write out a fleshed out romance story, so reviews on how I am doing would be GREAT :^)

As always, thanks for reading!