As the day of the play would come closer by each day that had passed, you were preparing for that day. You were the main lead and man were you good at putting on a show. Though, you always found yourself fighting over the dumbest things ever with the stage manager who happened to be The Spot. You two would always bicker no matter what.

“The day of the show is already a week away!” The Spot stressed. That look of worry faded to one of annoyance the second he noticed you.