Where: Campus Who: CJ and Kaleb @stormymists
"I don't know, man, I didn't exactly go about trying out for the show with the thought 'oh man it'll sure be awful for ticket sales if it comes out I'm our local scarlet letter!' but short of recasting me- which, I assure you, they can try, but it will make the show worse- there's not much we can do about it. Toss a fucking musical number in the middle featuring the ensemble so nobody has to look at my face, I guess." It's just CJ and a friend from theater clearing out the storage space today by the looks of it, racks of clothes pulled outside and a handful of boxes already stocked with props and costumes on their way out. He pauses, though, and whether it's the sound of footsteps approaching or the realization his companion has been inside this whole time, he turns.
"Oh, Hey Kaleb." He monotones, tossing another shirt into the box beside him and another onto the rack. "What's up?"