Roman was just sitting backstage, waiting for rehearsal to start. There was a show in a few days, and the crew didn't think he was prepared. He was on the phone with a friend.
"Yeah, yeah- Oh my god yeah, like... No, you don't know, these guys are so insistent on making me practice, and like... I know all of it already, like... I dunno why they keep telling me to practice. I'm fine."
(Unrelated but I just found out that my school’s going back to hybrid after winter break )
It was Janus. He had come to escort Roman.
“Rehearsal‘s starting, c’mon.”
He had never thought he’d get this job. And it would be fine, if he didn’t have the biggest crush on the biggest star who never seemed to notice the ugly looking bodyguard that was himself.
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go... — Dr. Seuss
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