𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕦 - 𝕡𝕖𝕕𝕣𝕠 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕝

𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣

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hèlo and her parents left early the next morning, leaving a quiet house to cass, pedro, and guillaume. cass's father shut himself in his study for a while, and after breakfast, cass heard a knock on her bedroom door, seeing pedro leaning into the open doorframe. 

"hey"

"hey pedro, what's up?" she responded, a soft smile painting her expression.

"i uh- i know that hèlo's parents took the car but do you think we could still somehow go down to the river or something?  i need to practice some lines."

"if you wanna ride a bike all that way, then be my guest. but the orchard is a nice quiet-ish place."

"really?" he says hopefully, also smiling. "thanks, i really needed your help."

"wait you want me to help you with your lines?" cass asks, a bit frozen and already kind of embarrassed a bright blush spreading on her cheeks.

"yeah, i mean unless you don't want to or you're uncomfortable with it, then that's fine."

"no, no worries pedro. it's just that i can't act for shit, so you'll have to bear with me a bit on that." cass said, laughing a bit nervously. she wasn't lying. even if her father was a playwright and growing up being part of her school's theatre club and the theatre world in general, it never really rubbed off on her. unless she really felt it in her heart, like when she (quite miraculously) got to play janet in the production of the rocky horror picture show when she was a junior.

"cool, don't worry about it. i just need some help memorizing a monologue."

"alright," she said, putting her book down and putting on her shoes. "let's go."

the day was sunny, but a fresh summer breeze crept through the lemon trees that were part of the orchard outside, a bit far from the house. as cass went down the stairs, leaving pedro to collect whatever he needed to bring. there was a set of wicker chairs and a table outside under one of the fullest lemon trees, where the shade lay over the area perfectly, only a few streaks of sunlight moving with the leaves.

cass sat down in one of the chairs, setting her feet on the table as she waited for pedro. as she lit a cigarette, she though of the man, what he would be like in character, and hoping to god she wouldn't mess up anything in fear of embarrassing herself. 

she noticed pedro walking over, and she straightened up a bit in her seat. he sat down beside her, telling her what the part was about. apparently the play revolved around his character, which explained why he wanted to have this stay with guillaume. what he wanted to practice was one of the most emotional monologues, because he said "doing emotional parts helped him get in the mood of the character faster"

handing her the script, he stepped back and looked at her. "ok, i'm gonna see if i memorized it right. can you correct me if i fuck up?"

"sure."

pedro took a deep breath, and cass noticed his demeanor completely change after a few moments, pinching the bridge of his nose. she knew he was in character, but he then stared at her with a disdained rage that made her stomach go cold. stuttering, she glanced down at the page, reading the stage directions.