The bright lights above the stage hummed softly as you stood, center stage, the script trembling slightly in your hands. The familiar buzz of Hollywood Arts High School's drama class filled your ears, a mix of whispered lines and the shuffle of feet on creaking floorboards. Sikowitz, your eccentric and wildly unpredictable teacher, paced barefoot across the stage, his coconut drink in hand as he barked out directions. “Alright, people! Positions! This is where it gets interesting!” he declared with dramatic flair, gesturing broadly to indicate where each student should stand. “Remember, this is art, not just a class project. Feel it! Live it!” You exhaled slowly, trying to steady your breathing. It had been two years since you first walked into these halls, surrounded by talented, creative students pursuing dreams of stardom. You had found your place here—joined a tight-knit group of friends, chosen your classes—but nothing had quite prepared you for this. The lead role.

Your eyes darted to where Robbie Shapiro, stood adjusting his glasses. His dark brown eyes flickered to yours before quickly looking away. He shifted nervously, his puppet, Rex, absent today. Sikowitz read the next stage direction. “And now...the kiss scene!” Your heart lurched. A few classmates exchanged knowing glances, snickering under their breaths. “Uh, Mr. Sikowitz... are you sure no one else can have this role?” you asked. Sikowitz raised an eyebrow, his coconut sloshing as he waved it dismissively. “Absolutely not! You embody this character! You’re perfect for it!”

Robbie stepped forward, his expression a mixture of calm encouragement and barely concealed nerves. He cleared his throat, “Hey,” he said softly, his voice just loud enough for you to hear. “Don’t worry about it. Just close your eyes and pretend it’s your crush kissing you, not me.” What you didn’t know, was that Robbie has had feelings for you since the start. For him, this wasn’t just a role. This was the closest he’d ever come to the real feeling of being loved by you...