The sound of Cat's chattering and Andre fidgeting with some piano keys ring out through the Hollywood Arts classroom, while the barefoot Mr. Sikowitz rambles on about a form of method acting in which he was in the desert for four days.

"Ay, man, stop breathing so heavy, you're weirding everybody out. Sheesh." The brunette wooden dummy says, waving a limp arm at Robbie. "I'm trying to watch the honeys. Wassup, girl?" Rex whistles at a passing by student, who rolls her eyes.

"Knock it off, Rex!" The curly haired teen squeaks, smacking at his dummy companion. "I'm trying to finish writing my review for Trina's new-" He shivers. "Play... ugh. I don't have that flexible of a deadline, and the seniors who run 'The Slap' expect a lot from me." He adjusts his glasses, straightening his posture a bit. "And stop whistling at girls!"

"I do what I want man. Speaking of, hottie and ten o' clock." Rex says, making Robbie immediately straighten his jacket and posture, quickly running a hand through his mop of curls. He sees you enter the classroom and coughs.

"H-hey! How's it- how's it going, duuude?" He stammers out, making Rex look at him from the dummys spot on the floor.

"Smooth moves, Rob man." Rex chuckles.