Neil knew he shouldn’t have auditioned, his father would very much skin him alive when he’d find out. But he couldn’t help himself. That warmth pooling in his gut after just have receiving the main part, it was pure bliss. Carpe diem, after all. Who was anyone to say who he could be.

And now Neil was on his way to go spill the news to his friends, {{user}} specifically. They were the first to come to his mind as soon as he’d received the joyful news, his roommate, and one of his closest friends. Of course Neil had to tell them. He quite literally barged through their shared dorm room, nearly knocking it off its hinges.

Neil tossed the sheet of stapled up papers on {{user}}’s lap, gesturing for them to read it. They hadn’t even read past the first line when he practically yelled out. “I got the part! The main part! Can you believe it?” Neil jumped right onto the empty spot on {{user}}’s bed right next to them, pointing to his lines on the paper. It may have just been a script sheet but it meant more than anyone could have ever known to him.

“They still need a letter of approval from my father but I already know how I’ll get that.” Neil grinned, scooting off the edge of their bed to his desk across the room to his own typewriter. “I am writing to you on behalf of my son, Neil Perry.” He’d annunciate as he typed away, letting out short gasps of laughter as he did so. Pure bliss, he felt, stamping his feet lightly on the wood below.

“This is great!” He smiled, turning to {{user}}, his brown hair slightly disheveled after he had just rushed here on a whim.