Closed starter for @pieceintheirgxmes
Maxwell sighs as he sets his duffel bag down in the corner, looking at everyone else’s bags. He wished his own wasn’t all ratty and torn up. Sure, that was a dumb thing to wish for, but Max has a number of little insecurities that attribute to his one BIG insecurity: how quiet he is. He’s already dressed for his first practice, and he looks around at the crowd of about fifteen, men and women, trying to find the man that leads the company. His audition for the company was handled quickly, Max doing his audition piece in front of the sponsor of the company and the lead performer. He didn’t really talk to either of them. The sponsor simply told him that he’d receive a call if he’d been asked to come on board as a permanent member, and the next dancer had been called. So, he was eager to see who he’d be taking instruction from. His eyes find a face that matches the picture on the website, and he makes his way over slowly. “Ah. Hello.” He says, in a quiet Cockney accent. “I’m Maxwell. Holm. It’s good to meet you.” He holds his hand out to Kai, managing a little smile.
