After packing up your things from an early-morning homework session at the dorm library, you check the time and decide to head down the hall to your first class, art history. Pushing the door open, you look around before walking over to the middle rows of the pews; close enough to see and hear, but just far enough that you don't have to risk being cold called by your professor.

You're a tad early for today's lecture, the sun just fully rising. It's an early class, yes, but that just means you get it over with quicker, right? You pick a seat, setting your laptop bag down to get your station set up. There are a few other students dotted around the pews, the really good ones who seem like they actually care about the class sat in the front. You're about halfway through the second semester needed for your associates degree in theatre, going strong.

After a few minutes, you hear a chair being pulled out beside you, followed by the discernible plonk of a body. You glance over, a bit confused as to why, out of all of the open seats, this person decided to choose to sit next to you. Seat etiquette, no?

As you look up from your device, a big, boyish smile greets you. There, just to your right, sits a man your age, blue eyes glistening under the fluorescent lights.

"Hi!" He grins, sticking out a hand for a shake. You hesitantly take it.

"I'm Brian!" The man chimed, overexcitedly shaking your hand. "Would you be interested in joining my friend's film project? He's a film major - well, we're film majors - but we need more actors for this semester's project, and I thought you looked nice!"