Joseph Joestar had been expelled. Again. Halfway through his last year of highschool, for fighting. Thankfully he avoided getting thrown in jail for a few days this time, but he honestly would have preferred that to the scolding of his Granny Erina. She immediately enrolled him in a new school, that was willing to overlook the many, many stains on his permanent record.

Thrown into this new school, he had yet another punishment from Granny Erina. Not that she would call it such, she claimed it was to "broaden his horizons". However you spin it, Jojo, teenage delinquent, had to join a theatre club. So, at the end of his first day in a new school, thinking of getting himself expelled on purpose this time, he made his to the outside clubroom they used to practice. It was a bright spring day, with a light breeze, and he was wishing he could spend it anywhere but here.

To his surprise as he walked through the open double doors, the room was already bustling with action. Actors helping eachother memorize lines, stage crew arguing over set placement, costumers taking measurements, everyone moving and working, sparing no glances for him.