[ARIA SHAHGHASEMI, CISMALE, HE/HIM] WHO’S THAT? OH IT’S [TRACY "TRACE" HUMMEL-ANDERSON]. I HEAR THEY’RE [19] AND ARE KNOWN AS [THE ASPRIRING] AROUND [NEW YORK]. THEY'RE ALSO AN [SOPHOMORE] AT [NYADA], HAVE A VOICE LIKE [AARON TVEIT].AND A PART OF [WAITER AT HARD ROCK CAFE, STAND UP COMEDY]. THEY’RE KNOWN TO BE [LAIDBACK AND COMICAL] AND [DIRECT AND SENSITIVE]. SOME PEOPLE SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF [A TV ON AT 3 AM, POORLY MASKING THE SMELL OF SMOKE, & THE TERROR OF BIG DREAMS]. ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!
BASICS
Full Name: Tracy Laurence Hummel-Anderson
Nickname: Trace, Tracy Laurence, TT
Birthday: June 20th, 2023
Place of Birth: Lima, OH
Age: Nineteen
Zodiac Sign: Gemini☼, Pisces☽, Libra↑
Hometown: Lima, OH
Current Residence: w/ Kaden Fabray on 239 East 58th Street, Midtown East, New York. Apt. 3A
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Education: High School Diploma, Currently Attending NYADA
Major: Acting (BFA)
Occupation: Hardrock Cafe Waiter, Stand Up Comedian
Other: Dynamic Duo Superlative w/ Kaden Fabray in High School.
LIKES/DISLIKES
LIKES: old movies, inciting giggles, acting, different types of laughter, travel journals.
DISLIKES: growing up, too much structure, glamping, oranges, uniformity.
TL;DR BIO
Trace Hummel-Anderson is both a trouble maker and aspiring comic whose heart of gold shines in the moments where it matters. Although he hit a bit of a rough patch after getting kicked out of Dalton and a bad break up, he’s been having the time of his life living in NYC the past couple of years. He finally feels like he’s where he belongs, and he’s in a place where his big dreams are embraced rather than shrugged off by tradition or snuffed out by slushies.
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THE PAST TWO YEARS. . .
Shocked at his luck, Trace was thrilled about getting into NYADA. While he’ll break out a song or Warbler-esque number every now and then, he’s really set a focus on Acting and building his stand up routines.
At Dalton, he felt too constrained to care, and at McKinley, he was so bogged down by current events, he slacked. Now, going to a performance based school, he’s actually pretty dedicated to the work he does. Between working at the Hard Rock Cafe, homework, and trying to book stand up gigs, he feels too busy to afford slacking off. But Trace, being Trace, always finds a way to have fun.
Last year he lived in student housing as required for most freshman, but at the beginning of Sophomore Year, he moved into a dinky midtown apartment with Kaden Fabray that they affectionately call “The BroPad.” It’s tough to sneak anyone in or out of the bropad, or host parties due to it’s size, but they maintain just two strict rules: Keep the apartment clean, and take pictures of everyone who enters their sanctum.
Surprisingly, as dumb as his jokes can be, he’s yet to be booed off the stage at any of the gigs he’s booked. Yes there’s been quiet nights, and other ones where bars roar with laughter, either way, he gets a buzz off being on stage.
Trace is still Trace, but in an effort to make those dreams come true, he’s done a bit of a rebranding effort ever since Spring Awakening in High School. Gone are the days of Trace Hummel-Anderson, in is the era of introducing himself as Tracy Laurence.
While by no means has Tracy found success, he’s still working hard to gain traction in comedy and with his acting. He doesn’t know how he’s gonna make it yet, but he’s gonna try his hardest.
There was a long list of people that Noah never really expected to consider friends. She had her small group of buddies; Sterling, Sammy, Ivy (at least until junior year), and that was how she liked it, but when she got to New York she realized how cool other people from her school were. Although there was no chance she would say Trace was the epitome of cool, but he was a breath of fresh air compared to the stuffy chemistry majors she had to deal with. “I should have known,” Noah chuckled, her nose scrunching in response, but her ears perked up at the mention of Candy’s name. “Is Candy like actually in New York? Because I kinda thought that wasn’t fully true,” if anyone had a bit of intel on the Candy situation, she knew Trace would probably know. At Trace’s question, Noah gave a definite nod. “I don’t do it super often,” she admitted. Anyone who was in the science field knew that drug screenings were always happening so it wasn’t often that Noah got to indulge herself, but it wasn’t like she had anything coming up that would require that. Once outside, Noah let herself rest against the brick, watching as Trace lit up the joint. “School’s… school. Exams are in a couple of weeks so it’ll be nice to have a break and I’m out a roommate which is kind of annoying but,” she clicked her tongue, “can’t stay mad at Angel.” With the joint making its round to her, she inhaled, and passed it back to Trace. “How’s that fancy schmancy school you go to? Honestly, I don’t know how you do it. I don’t think I could go to school with anyone from high school.”
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“guess so.” trace answered as noah inquired about candy, “but she’s living with ivy i’m pretty sure. from what i know that muckraker article was totally untrue.” he explained, taking a drag of the joint, handing it to noah, then sipping his drink. “even i have my doubts though, like, if she’s not broke, then what is she doing living in ivy’s apartment? joey says julien’s never in their dorm, and alway over there. that can’t be fun.” shaking his head, trace got back on topic and circled back around to what noah had revealed, “angel’s cool or whatever, but i’d rather have a room to myself. like, my apartment with kaden is microscopic, right? but i still have my own space.” he explained, making an extra effort to keep his words crisp as he laid out his thoughts for noah. then, unashamed, he added, “also your cousin is kinda on my shitlist right now for breaking my little brother’s heart. warbler brotherhood or not.” that awkward piece of information flew by and had no real hinderance on the conversation as noah handed the joint back, “you said it best socrates, school’s school. if i had a better job than a waiter, i’d drop out in a heartbeat.” he paused, catching a glimpse of a ladder on the side of the building. curiously, he shuffled over to it then proceeded to bang against it. “seems sturdy to me.” he breathed out, “wanna go up on the roof?”
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TRACYLIKETURNBLAD🔒 in honor of weed day here’s me at my first yankees game last year. no i don’t remember how i got in, no i don’t know who these two girls are. all i know is that /i/ was the star of that baseball game. i knew that if i were to violently get sick, the whole crowd would be my best friend and hold my hair for me. what a night!!! idk who won and i don’t care because i had THE best time. in conclusion, baseball alone sucks, but baseball, marijuana, and practically being bottlefed beer by the girl on my right is a better love match than lucy and ricky.
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“Well, no,” Julien started, scratching his head slightly as he thought about it, “I just meant like…I don’t smoke enough to like buy my own stuff.“ A pause as he debated how honest he should be, and then—“it makes me kinda anxious and paranoid.” Even though it was obvious that Trace was not really invested in the conversation and just wanted to nap, Julien kept talking. Laying flat on his back with his hands on his chest, he let out a dramatic sigh and shook his head. “Yeah…maybe…” he hummed in agreement, further considering the situation, “but what would you do if someone was like…suddenly encroaching on your space?” he asked, not giving Trace time to answer before following up with, “well, I guess it’s not technically my space, it’s Ivy’s space. So okay…let me rephrase and stuff…what do you do if there’s someone who is like just kinda cutting into your alone time with your girlfriend? She’s just like…always there it feels like.” A groan before he mumbled, “and she’s either eating or throwing away my leftovers.”
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“cool.” trace said flatly as julien explained how weed made him anxious and paranoid blah blah blah. that was the least shocking thing about the kid, honestly. he just figured if he could be terse with julien, maybe he’d quit it with all the gabbing. unfortunately, that plan didn’t hold up. not bothering to mask how irritated he sounded, he let out a hefty sigh. “um, fuck, i don’t know, tell her to knock it off? candy doesn’t really listen to anybody though.” he said simply, squeezing his eyes shut tighter as if maybe he could will julien into silence. “why don’t you just bring ivy here? or take her out somewhere? work around candy.” trace said, as if it was obvious. he figured something would click with julien at those questions, and he would leave it be.
Julien had been resigned to sleeping in his dorm room the last couple of nights because someone had decided to start acting like the queen of the castle (Ivy’s apartment) and refused to stop bugging him when he was around. Julien liked Candy. They got along just fine in high school and he enjoyed her company in glee club and stuff…but he didn’t like her being all up in his business when he was just trying to do homework at Ivy’s place or have alone time with her. This minor inconvenience had led him to spending more time on campus and at his own place, which was why he happened to be in the room when Trace came knocking. “Hey man,” Julien greeted, quickly stepping out of the way once he opened the door for his friend, “make yourself at home.” As Trace got situated on Joey’s bed, Julien shut the door and quickly hopped on to his own bed, mirroring Trace’s position and trying (and failing) to relax. “I was just doing homework and stuff, but I could use a break,” he explained, staring up at the ceiling and occasionally stealing glances at Trace, “and sorry, dude. I don’t have weed. I don’t really like…smoke and stuff.” Julien cleared his throat, feeling a little bit like a square at the admission, but he quickly got over it. Turning on to his side to fully face Trace, Julien let out a dramatic sigh. “Hey…you’re friends with Candy, right? Do you know like…what her plans are? Is she planning on couch surfing with Ivy like…forever?”
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“how do you not like...smoke and stuff?” trace asked with a scoff, opening one eye and looking over at julien. “not to shame you or anything, well...that’s actually exactly what i’m doing, but you’re in college in new york, that’s like, about as mild as you get. do you actually just say no?” he asked, just giving julien a hard time for the sake of giving him a hard time. closing his eyes back up, trace adjusted his position slightly and waited for sleep to come and take him. right as he was feeling himself on the brink of drifting off, julien piped up again. biting back a groan, he tilted his head to look over at the other, “yeah, i’m friends with her.” he said, then shrugged, “but i don’t know what she’s up to or anything. we don’t really talk about stuff like that when we’re together. i’m sure she’ll get bored of not living in a palace and eventually leave.” trace assured dismissively. maybe if he cared, he’d actually ask julien why he was all up in candy’s business. but he didn’t care, so he turned his head away again, closing his eyes, and trying to sleep.
As if her best habits were inherited by her namesake, Noah never shied away from a party, let alone a New York party. It had taken a while to get used to, but once Noah conditioned herself to get all of her work done before the weekend, she knew she could always manage at least one fun night out on the town and given the bummer that would be going to Lima the next week, she needed to get out. Of course once news got around about some mysterious rave in Brooklyn, she decided she had to figure out the address which ended up being a bit easier than she had initially thought. With the address saved in her phone, come Friday night, Noah Puckerman was ready to blackout and have her head in a toilet on Saturday morning.
Getting to the location, she went into the warehouse which was already full of people, music blaring, and drinks strewn around everywhere. Just how she liked it. Once she got her own drink, she began maneuvering around the place, either looking for someone she knew or someone she could just strike up a conversation with for the night. Noah had gotten slightly better at doing that since moving to New York. Before she would just hug a wall or keep to just following Zoe or Sterling around a house party, but now, walking up to strangers was a piece of cake. After a few drinks and a few conversations, some with classmates of hers, some with random people who’s names she didn’t even know, her eyes began scanning for someone new and her peepers settled on a familiar face. “As I live and breathe, is that Tracy Laurence?” she called out, approaching him. Trace and Noah were never best friends and their interactions were always limited in high school due to the similar circle they ran in, but since living in New York the pair had become slightly closer. Noah was sure Trace would always be an annoyance for as long as he lived, but now there was a bit of fondness for him that wasn’t there in high school. “How the fuck did you end up here?” She asked, bringing him in for a side hug. “I didn’t think you were cool enough to get into this place,” Noah said in a teasing manner.
despite trying to get the tracy laurence train running for the past couple of years, only a handful of people actually called him that. one being kaden fabray forever and always, the owners of the venues he managed to book gigs at, and another being noah puckerman. turning around, following the distant sound of the voice, trace eyed the blonde over the brim of his cup. he took a sip and let his hand fall back to his side. he dropped his hand and indulged in a side hug for a moment before pulling her into a full embrace.
grin wide, he pulled away, one hand still on her shoulder, “me? no, i’m definitely not cool enough to directly have been invited.” trace explained, playfully grimacing. holding up one finger, he continued, “however, i did hear about it, and got in touch with two of the most well connected gays in the city.” a beat. “link and candy.” he explained, now removing his hand from her shoulder, “wanna go smoke? do you do that? who am i kidding of course you do. there’s no way you’d be getting through an ivy if you didn’t.” trace chuckled, gesturing for her to follow him outside. settled outside of the thumping of the rave and against the cold of the night, he lit up a joint for them to share and casually inquired, “how’s school?”
WHO @julienschuester and trace hummel-anderson.
WHEN wednesday, 4/14, afternoon.
WHERE julien and joey’s dorm.
being an adult was exhausting. between schoolwork, actual work, and trying to actually book all his comedian shit, trace was left without a minute to breathe. being swamped by city life was invigorating most of the time, but he was still human, and that hump day slump was hitting him harder than usual.
by his lunch hour, trace ditched the idea of going out for food and settled on the idea of making his way up to the julien and joey’s dorm. he knew joey would be in class, but julien on the other hand had this time off. once class was over, he wasted no time hurrying up to the compact room much like one he had lived in last year. knocking frantically, he waited for julien to answer, and once he did, trace slipped in without much of an invitation. “thank fuck you’re here.” he said casually. tossing his backpack in the general direction of joey’s desk, he climbed up into his brother’s bed and leaned back with his hands locked behind his head. eyes closed, he let out a deep sigh, “thanks for letting me chill in here man, i know i didn’t really ask, but i knew you’d say yes.” hoping to get some shut eye, he encouraged julien, “you can keep doing whatever you were before. unless you have some weed, then we should definitely smoke.”
LINK: one of the girlies that did sound for my last movie got the address from a friend of a cousin who knows this guy who's girlfriend is best friends with the person hosting.
