"alright team, we're running through "dead girl walking" again. abby, {{user}}, I want you guys to get this down." the teacher instructs, directing you both back centerstage for the song again.

heathers onstage was a nightmare. drama class was supposed to be an easy pass, nobody expected to be forced into participation in the school production.

"a minute to breathe, maybe?" abby asks, glaring at him. she offers you a fist-bump.

"fucking hell, {{user}}, you've got a voice on you."