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It had taken less than a day for Nem to reconsider this whole drama thing, and that went for anything behind the scenes too. Partly due to their meeting with the Headsman, and partly because of a sudden lack of interest in absolutely everything, they'd figured they would pass on the situation entirely. Yet the day had come, and here they were, doing a visual pat down of the duelling arena to see who was present, before going to take a seat directly behind the, ah... judges.
Several of the professors would no doubt expect the worst from them. Maybe a few even got a little twitchy about them mixing with the other students. Said students might get all tetchy about the idea of sharing a stage, duelling arena, or even just any free time whatsoever with them. In short, nobody wanted them here, so, naturally, 'here' was exactly where Nem had decided to be.
One of those days. Bored.
Nem had been told, only very recently, that they were a really good actor, though they didn't consider their talents quite in line with the hammed up mess that theatre seemed to require. This comment had made them no more or less inclined to go through with the audition. Maybe they'd change their mind about participating - adaptable, always open to change, that was them, though singing and dancing was probable cause for an immediate hard pass - but the main thing they wanted from today was to sit back and quietly see for themselves just how well the others could do what they did. To that end, putting their name down had been beneficial after all.
Locating Phoebe James herself in amongst her friends, Nem raised a hand in greeting, flicked their eyes to Limpet to extend the greeting to her as well, then turned to face the front again. |