Novi does his makeup slowly, being a little nervous as Jun tries to calm him down. Or, if it's even a try.. he's not trying. “Breathe, kid.. breathe. Or better yet- Hold your breath.” Jun says, leaning back on his seat. Novi exhales shakily, putting his makeup brush down. “But I can't.. I-I’ve never.. and I'm so-”

“Hey, look at me! I barely even practiced for my first show and I turned out fine!” Jun says, taking his hand away as Ida walks by and grabs the cigarette that was on Jun’s hand, “Yeah, you barely practiced ever.” She throws it inside the can of drink that Jun was drinking before.

“I.. was drinking that. By the way, what about Sascha?” Jun asks. Ida lays down on the ground upside down, her legs against the cushion that is leaning on the wall. “Not a sign apparently. Sometimes I wonder: am I the only one here who cares about this show?”