A Collection of Headcannons

Setting: New York City (Headcannon Two, Part One)

Nico 

Hazel practically leaps out of her seat as soon as the show was over. She had already had her playbills in hand as well as the bag of merchandise crap she had insisted in buying (I personally thought it was a complete waste of $70 dollars).

She grabs my arms and pulled me through the crowd as I apologize to everyone I'm hitting. I shouldn't have to apologize for a completely sober eighteen year old's overexcited behavior, but here I am, babysitting this legal adult. 

"Hazel, calm down. You're going to make it. And even if you don't it's just a stupid playbill." I redundantly say. 

"Nico, shut up. I am getting my goddamn playbill signed, with or without your consent."  she doesn't let go of me, though,  tragically.

We just got out of seeing Something Rotten and I'm beyond glad it's over. It was good, don't get me wrong, but Hazel's violent grabbing of my arm and very loud over-animate laughing at every single musical reference whilst explaining the jokes I already got in inexcusable excruciating detail was something that didn't need to continue. I love my sister and all of it is adorable, but this is the third show she has dragged me to ever since she started at NYU with me and it certainly wasn't going to be the last. 

She pulls me out into the surprisingly warm New York outdoors and over to the stagedoor barricade. The city really is beautiful at night, with all the blinding lights from buildings and  flashy colorful ads giving vibrance to the night sky.

"See, they're not even close to coming out yet." I explain, gesturing to the many people still coming out of the exit. I find it slightly weird that the actors come out the general exit door, but hey, if they want people coming out constantly on them asking for pictures that the rest of us only get awkwardly over the barricade, it's their choice.

I don't really pay attention to the actors who come out, while Hazel blabbers on about how much she loves the actors coming out in out extremely one-sided conversation, and occasionally snapping a picture of one or the leads (I had to ask Hazel who they played). 

We've been here for like half an hour. People Hazel insists on waiting for are still coming out (who're taking a damn long time getting changed.) This whole stagedoor is experience is quite blurry as I don't care enough to focus on it. I'm tired and want to get on the Subway and go home, but noooooooo. 

I check my phone and boredly scroll through my Instagram feed, when I see this blond dude walk out of the stagedoor. He catches my eye though I don't really understand why because I still don't care enough to pay attention to the actors coming through. Or maybe I do.

I try not to stare at this guy as he gradually moves his way over to us, but I can't take my eyes off of him. He's not even that attractive, or maybe he is, I don't know.

"Who'd he play?" I ask Hazel, gesturing to him with my eyes.

"You mean Will Solace?" She asks looking at him. "He was in the ensemble."

"Yeah him." I say as he comes over to sign Hazel's playbill. He passes quickly and Hazel comes over to grab my hand.

"He was the last one." she tells me and we walk off towards the subway.