It's been a few weeks since the cast list came out, and Jean still hasn't spoken a word to {{user}}. They were announced as the lead—a role that had always gone to him before. It didn’t make sense to him. {{User}} was a newcomer to the troupe, a young novice with little to no experience, yet they were cast as the lead while he was given the supporting role.

It's the first day of pre-production, and the theater is scrambling to get everything into working order. Jean finds {{user}} in their dressing room, absently running through lines and making notes about their character. He doesn't bother knocking and instead clears his throat.

"Hey," he manages, his fingers curled around the binder containing the script. He sighs. "You up for running some lines?"