“Listen, you’re nice and cute and all but it’s not happening.” Auggie laughed as he carefully pulled the cover over his piano. “I’ve tried for Broadway...relentlessly, really.” he hummed, glancing over to Alexander. “Tried doing music too. I mean I’m finally doing something steady, doing something that puts food on my table. You have to understand why it’s so hard for me to give that up, right?” August asked as he tilted his head. “Trust me, I’m sure you’ll find plenty more talent younger and prettier than me.” he joked with a soft smile.
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