THE HIT SHOW [ONGOING]

ACT 1, SCENE 5: The Nose-picker

For a winter morning, it sure was sunny.

The glow of the sun became the spotlight and radiated the ancient theatre. With its air lingering with the Gothic era, it resembled an old abandoned Church.

Willow hated doing this alone. She was glad that Sylvie found herself a club that she enjoyed, but she would much rather be with her. It would've been better than being surrounded by enthusiastic actors that she'd want to punch.

Thinking of Sylvie, made Willow remember Jarrah and her family at home. She wondered what they were doing. She wondered if Jarrah had managed to get into engineering and if he was still working. She wondered how her mother was and if her arms were still in pain from carrying large boxes in the workshop. She even wondered about her sister, Emma, and if she was telling Willow that she 'told her so'.

Willow heaved in a sigh of courage, hopping her steps towards the Church-like theatre. She opened the large brass door and saw the low-lit theatre. She saw the group of teens sitting on the stage whilst another stood as he spoke to them.

At the creak of the brass door, he spun around to wave Willow over. He was large in size and in personality. His hair was tied in a low pony. He seemed both jolly and serious about theatre.

Willow tried to divert her eyes from those that were staring at her. She walked down the aisle, feeling the air full of tension and awkwardness. She hoped that she hadn't made a name for herself yesterday.

"Welcome! Welcome! come sit. Oh man, this is great! We're gonna have an awesome year this year!"

Willow rolled her eyes. She figured that she may be the only one there that hadn't joined for the passion of theatre.

The jolly guy held his notebook and skimmed through it before speaking.

"Alright my fellow thespians, my name is Leon, I am the current theatre group director. I too was like you in my previous years and now I am lucky enough to be running it. Hopefully next year, I'll be able to lend this club to one of you!"

A soft chatter circulated the group. Discussions surrounded on who would want to in charge, after Leon's graduation.

Leon tried his best to get the group's attention back on him. Much to his surprise, the chattering had stopped, but their eyes weren't Leon. They were on the newcomer.

Leon turned around and smiled even wider.

"And here's our star! Ivan! Guys this is Ivan, he has been with us since he started at Belle Cove. Ivan had managed to carry out the lead role in our best productions yet!"

If Willow hadn't already known, she would have guessed that the entire theatre group had some sort of crush on Ivan. Unlike them, Willow tried to divert her eyes away from him, hoping that yesterday's events were long gone.

Unfortunately, Ivan sat across from Willow. She could almost feel his autumn eyes staring at her. Almost undressing her back into her swimsuit. Her eyes dart toward his, ready to attack but he counteracted with a soft smile.

Willow immediately turned her body towards Leon, as though she was completely interested in his story about... something.

She suddenly felt an urgent tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see a girl with curly dark hair looking at her.

"Is Ivan... looking at you?" she murmured.

With the corner of her eye, she could see Ivan looking at her, the smile playing at the corners of his lips.

She looked back at the girl behind her and waved her hand.

"Nah! He's looking at you! Give him a wave or something."