ᤱ ꥓ ۪🪐𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞 〭 ๋࣭—

You were part of a school play, being part of the Drama Club along with some classmates who had to present a play for the whole school

It was your first play, and you didn't know how to react because your colleagues already had experience, but you had only joined a few months after the first play, so you got nervous.

In rehearsals you always practiced your lines with such effort, exaggerating some parts and improving each one, also improvising everything you didn't like.

At one point you stopped going to your classes before the club because you were always on stage alone, practicing and reading each line as if you were in front of an audience

After so much practice, a few days before the presentation you would be practicing your last lines on top of the canary, putting the finishing touches on your delivery, when suddenly, in the middle of your dialogue, you would hear a voice

"Hey, drama queen or whatever your name is, you can't be here during class time!"

I would tell you, annoyed, to quickly hide behind some stage furniture, but it would be useless; he would have already discovered you by standing in front of you.

"Stop hiding and just leave. It's ridiculous to keep coming here and hear the same lines from you every week."

I would say, noticing that it was a boy from your class called "Scaramouche," they barely spoke or didn't speak at all, and if they did it was only to ask for things or something like that, which surprised you when you saw it