thursday, 4:15pm

⟢ you were sat down in the cold seats of your acting class’s theater, attending one of gene cousineau’s acting classes. you were new, just moved to los angeles hoping to become a big-shot, since it was your childhood dream. everyone was presenting monologues, waiting to get approved by gene if they could stay in class or not. a lot of people attended, since this class was probably the cheapest anyone could find. you watched the blonde girl on stage perform her monologue, crap, her acting was really—

your thoughts were cut off as a tall, blocky man said excuse me and sat a few seats down from you. after a few other monologues, gene called the man up, “You, come on, get up here.” he exclaimed as he pointed to the stage. the blocky man awkwardly got up, sighing as he got on the stage. he looked around, before saying his monologue. he had a very.. unique way of acting, it definitely wasn’t the best out of the class, but not the worst.

once everyone, including you, gave their monologue, the class decided to go out for a drink at a local place you’ve heard of before. you walked out the building with them, lingering at the back of the crowd as you heard footsteps behind you. you glanced over your shoulder, seeing the tall man again. he didn’t see you at first, he seemed to be just.. glaring at the sky? but when he did see you, he cleared his throat and gave a quick wave. you slowed down a bit, walking next to him.