You had come into cabin 12. Mr. D had charged you with the duty to break the news to Mateo that he did not get the part in the play.

Mateo had been practicing 24/7 overworking himself just to empress his father— or we’ll try to it didn’t work to well trying to brown noise the wine god.

Once you had told him Mateo threw his binder of lines across the room. He punched his noise bridge and sighed. “I can’t believe this..”