 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Kale Alexander Trent was STOKED. Famously, the sixth year was a bit of a drama queen, emphasis on D R A M A. He'd been taking tap dancing since he could basically walk, and was a pretty decent all-around dancer, singer and actor. These skillz had been cultivated by an environment of imagination and play that Headmaster Trent and his wife had encouraged in their home.
The duo had even put on the HOME-Y'S, the at-home Tony Awards, every summer since Kale could string together a rousing rendition of Memory from Cats.
SPEAKING OF CATS. Picture this: Malachi Trent in full spandex playing along with his kids in the aforementioned at-home productions. Ugh. He'd given a truly dazzling turn as whatever cats his kids didn't want to pretend to be. All the awards. Tens, tens, tens across the board.
ANYWAY. What was Kale trying to say? Oh right.
THE AUDITIONS. He was very excited. The blonde twirled into the dueling arena, blonde hair flying every which way, before he addressed his father, "Hiya Dad. I'm thinking, for the audition, we do our two man show. Whatcha think?" He was obviously teasing. But also. Like. Shrug. If he wanted to....
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