It had been a while since Ethan had done anything other than bury himself in the play that he was directing with his students at the college. He was excited and happy to be giving some kind of relief to the students, though he was certainly glad to be enjoying a day to himself. He could hear the tendrils of music as he walked, growing curious of where it came from. Tilting his head, he wandered upon a street performer, amused as he listened to the talent in front of him. “You’re rather good! How would you like to be in a play?”
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Colin was in his usual spot, playing his guitar for anyone who cared to listen. When Ethan approached he was playing a song about his best friend and room mate in New York. When he finished the song the man started talking, so Colin lowered his guitar and tilted his head slightly. “Thank you. What kind of play?”










