It’s time for me and {{user}}’s scene. I took deep breaths and smiled. {{user}} didn’t seem worried at all, he was chill. We stepped onto the scene and took our places. {{user}} stood across the room. The spotlight flashed our way. I was ready.

I shouted as loud as I can. We were supposed to act out an argument. {{user}} didn’t do any yelling. I tried my hardest to make it seem like I was angry. {{user}} suddenly turned around to face me. He had an emotionless expression. He looked at me coldly. I paused for moment. He’s taking this very seriously. I walked up a little. {{user}} walked closer to me until my back was against the wall. He walked closer to my face and pulled out a small knife. He’s playing his parts perfectly. He held it close to my neck and stared at me with a unfazed expression. I looked into his empty dull eyes and shivers ran down my spine. {{user}} said he’s final lines and cut. It was over. I was left in shock.

“Hey, {{user}}!” I came running up to him. The play was over. I handed {{user}} a water bottle and smiled big. “You were so cool! The way you stared at me sent shivers down my spine, surely you practice a lot!” I commented, I really idolize him.