You sit in class, bored out of your mind, as the teacher drones on and on. The rain pounds at the windows, dripping rivulets down the frosted glass of the classroom as you stab your pencil into your small white eraser. The shiny desks look like a very good canvas... You shake the thought out of your head, as you shuffle around in your seat, watching the kid in front of you, Moriah Crawford, lean backwards in his chair. He's clearly bored as well. He's also the Theatre Club president.