-{Chapter 11: Performing}-

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He stood there, with a serious face, looking like an absent person.
"I couldn't take it anymore. That love... was too painful... to not being able to see that face every day... So I ended up taking this anti-love potion... but then suddenly-" He said, suddenly making some weird moves.
"I turned into a dolphin..." He finished after a while, making some dolphin-like sounds while falling to the ground. I tried to figure out what was going on, let alone what I was witnessing right now. It went for a while before he rose up and cleared his throat.
"So? How was it?" The guy said with a nervous smile after his rational acting.

"Well, it was ordinary and," I said, looking at Timathy in search of something, but then gave up at the end. He was so glued to his book that it seemed impossible to get his attention.
"It was a bit...random..." I finished, feeling awkward.
"you need to be more precise Wren," Timathy said after my response. Is he an eagle? I thought he was so into the book in his hands.

"That was pure sh**" He told the guy with a totally blank face, not denying his honesty in his words.
"Your face is sh**" Alexander said from behind us. At that Timathy closed the book and rose up. Where did Alexander come from? I turned around and then Alexander started to run away. More importantly, why is the conversation always like this between those two?

"DON'T LOOK IT'S EMBARRASSING!" He screamed while hiding behind the curtains. Did he just behave like an early teen girl or was it just me?
"Would you look at that... a moron is embarrassed for the first time" Timathy said, turning around slowly. "What's up with Mr. fake tough dude?" Timathy then added. "I have no idea" I responded, shrugging.

"It's not like I wanted to hurt your feelings Jimmy, but if I don't tell you the truth you will just be making a fool out of yourself and get humiliated," Timathy said, turning his head towards Jimmy once again.
"Thanks for your honesty" Jimmy responded with a sad smile. Now I feel sorry for this guy.
"Don't worry Jimmy, I am sure you will come up with something. Sure, your play made no sense, but your acting was pretty good!" I told him. He nodded with a smile.
"Yo Timathy bro, can't we go home now?" I asked Timathy desperately. I want to go home.

"You can go if you want to, but I want to see why that moron is joining the play suddenly. No, actually the truth is, I just want to see him play..." Timathy said truthfully, looking at the red curtains. Oh, my cookies! is he showing some interest in Alexander? Perhaps he wants to build up a friendship!? OR MAYBE...!? I CAN SMELL SOME SORT OF CONNECTION-
"So I can humiliate him in some way," He said, after the long pause. I coughed at that. Maybe some things never change...

"Why don't we just sit in the back at the audience?" I said, looking at Timathy, not knowing if I should support him or go against him. He gave me a short nod and sat at the back seats of the audience. Don't be stupid Wren. Timathy is a good guy, he is a good fighter. He is 100 percent honest. His name starts with a T, he is clever. Wait... since when did my thoughts become so irrelevant? I shook my head slowly and turned towards the curtains too. The curtains were removed and Alexander was standing there, with some weird old-fashioned clothes, and his tights... I wish I had never seen them. Then he started to say some of Shakespear's lines from Romeo and Juliet. I turned to my right and saw Timathy videotaping the whole thing on his phone. Why am I starting to doubt Timathy's characteristic?

Even so, that wasn't the thing that was surprising me the most. The thing that surprised me the most was Timathy trying so hard to hold his laughter. He can laugh!?

Soon Alexander got eye contact with Timathy and he froze in the spot before he jumped down the scene and ran towards us. Timathy ended the video and burst out laughing, falling to the ground, his face so red that I could have mistaken it for a big tomato.  Alexander reached us and glared at us.

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