//Night all!

Alfred sat impatiently in his car, parked in one of the spots just outside the theater that wasn't handicap-reserved. His air conditioner --

-- was blasting almost as much as his music which consisted of bad pop songs that he really wasn't listening to. As soon as his phone --

-- chimed, signalling that the doors were open for business, he turned off his car and jumped out. His keys disappeared, along with his --

-- phone, into his pocket. The blond American was the first one inside, but many more people started to fill the halls before long. The --

-- people hosting the play called him in with four other people, handing them sheets with their lines highlighted. Alfred grinned as he --

-- practiced with the rest of his 'group'. He was the loudest and most ecstatic from the get-go. Even without his microphone, he had been--

-- able to project his voice across the room. It was, in all honesty, pretty impressive. He was given a 'most likely' on his scoring from--

-- the hosts and told to answer the number (***) ***-**** if it called. That would have been his callback. Trilling quietly to himself, --

-- Alfred began the brisk walk out of the theater and to his car. He would have made it quickly too, if it weren't for the hair of --

-- 𝓛 𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒶 𝓥𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓈 — ♡ catching his attention. It didn't stand out as much as simply remind him of something in the past. The clumsy teen --

𝓛 𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒶 𝓥𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓈 — ♡ -- bumped his way through the small, bunched up line of people and towards the person that seemed so familiar.

"All of these retweets make me feel as popular as I should feel!" He trilled.