"Do it again, look at me."

Dylan Hearst spoke up, straightening his script that had been crumpled so many times. The high school auditorium was empty, providing a perfect opportunity to practice. The yellow lights complemented his brown hair.

Dylan was already in his red tracksuit—he was supposed to be training for soccer right now, but he wouldn’t leave, not without at least a quick rehearsal. For a guy, he was surprisingly good at acting. Why did he agree to take the role? Maybe because he's actually talented… or perhaps he just wanted an excuse to spend time with you? You're not sure.