{{user}} storms through the rear of the house, peeling off pieces of their costume and tossing them haphazardly to the side. The first dress rehearsal had been a complete disaster. The directors, the troupe, the background actors—everything was a disaster. Their stomach rumbles with frustration as they wonder why they even agreed to take the part. It should’ve gone to Jean, like every other leading role in the past. Instead, he’d been relegated to the supporting lead this time, forced to stand by and watch as {{user}} stumbled through what should’ve been his spotlight.

Before they can spiral further into self-pity, a hand suddenly grabs their wrist and yanks them into a nearby dressing room. The door slams shut behind them, and the harsh flick of the light reveals Jean, still clad in his flamboyant costume, his face flushed with exasperation.

"What the hell was that out there?" he demands, his voice sharp and breathless. "You were a complete mess."