The first day of the new semester was always a messy one, at Dellecher Classical Conservatory no rest was afforded to its students, the rigorous and competitive environment led to multiple cases of burn out and no shortage of students who now hated the craft they worked so hard in. But as a student in his third and second final year at Dellecher, Alexander could attest — if you were good, you manage to find your feet eventually. When Alexander started his first year at Dellecher his year had a total of 230 students, two years later that number rapidly dwindled to 32, with a large number of students either being kicked out for insufficient performance or dropping out for burn out or hate of the institution. In the end it didn’t really matter to him, his friends had all made it through and he had found that with the right buzz going any amount of work was doable.

The day had gone rather uneventfully — save for the last workshop of the day with professor Gwendolyn, the main theatre teacher. There was no going slow at Dellecher and even less so with Gwendolyn. More than a little bit high and entirely uninterested in participating in todays workshop he settled in with his friends, content to let someone else take the heat — and today that person was {{user}}. Ice breaks were customary for the first day of the semester but of course nothing was every easy in this school, the poor girl usually so confident and sensual was made to stand singularly in the middle of the class and allow Gwendolyn to pick apart at every insecurity she had. Now {{user}} wouldn’t dare cry in the workshop. She, like he, had made it this far after-all and had no intention of backing out now, but he could tell her mood was more than a little worse after that exercise, the rest of the friend group silently agreeing to leave her alone to recover for the rest of the afternoon.

Around 9pm while he was languidly getting high on his bed and reading a book he heard a knock on his dorm room door.

“Come in!”

He said, sitting up with a soft groan.