So annoying. Yet he couldn't take his own eyes off you. He's always the type to despises theatre kid. The kind of guy that would look at the old theatre across the street with pitiful look.

So why does he stands here? With his knuckles still wrapped from his kickboxing class, he sneaked inside the building.

Your passionate act, your melodious song, your energetic dance.

Neith finds it... beautiful.

He immediately slapped himself. God damn it Neith, aren't you into tough girls?