Dear Calamity,

Entry four

Dear Diary,

I got a lot of comments about how I didn't make a post yesterday. Well to be honest, I had a lot of work to do.

"But you upload in the morning!"

Thank you fan, I understand that. From today, I am deciding that I will not upload on Mondays and Fridays. I am sorry but those are the days I struggle with getting up. I'm usually studying my ass off on Thursday's and hell, who wants to get up on a Monday. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news. Don't kill the messenger okay? But as you know, Saturday's are Daily Double Days. You get two posts from me! *cheers in the background* without further ado, good morning!

Back to negativity, we have been partnered together in almost everything for some odd reason. I don't know why, it irritates me BEYOND belief.

But, I guess it's good to at least have a friend there. I can't be too angry. He is trying really hard to deal with my attitude and I've got to respect him.

One of the assignments we have to do is put on a play. A revised version of Much Ado About Nothing. How lucky am I? We are meeting today to discuss the script. Should I feel nervous? If not, why do I?

Much love!

~RNOA

"The first thing we need to figure out is who we are keeping and who we don't need." I said standing on the stage of our empty auditorium. Dave had agreed to let us use the stage today even though it was a saturday. He here working on the set anyway so he said as long as we were working and not fooling around we wouldn't have to work on the set with him. A brave man with a bold promise he is, but it kept me motivated. Luckily he trusts me enough to not have to worry. I looked down at Europe on the other hand and rolled my eyes. He lounged back on the black floor and stared silently up into the rafters of the fly system.

"Why don't we just read the entire script." He said nonchalantly.

"Because," I said sitting next to him. "It needs to be under 10 minutes and if you didn't know," I dropped the full length version of the play onto his stomach causing him to grunt at the unexpected weight. "The real version is about 2 hours long." Europe sat up and and looked at the cover quickly before tossing it back to me. Something about him today didn't seem like it was really him. He was quiet. He wasn't picking on me or drilling me about how blind I could be sometimes. No. His mind was somewhere else. How could I even think like this when I don't even know the guy? He has been here for a week and the only times I actually talk to him are at the beginning of school, English, and Theatre. Okay, I talk to him more than I would typically like to.

"Alright. Then let's cut out anything that isn't dire to the show." He lay down again, this time turning away from me and the ceiling altogether. I was silent for a minute as I too looked at the cover.

"Europe-" I started but was quickly shot down.

"I'll read over the script again tonight after practice and circle key plot lines. I'll send them to you when I am done." Europe said flatly as he stood up and walked over to the edge of the stage.

"Hey!" I shouted after him standing up myself. Europe glanced back and I had gotten the sign I was looking for. He stood as if he were encased in a casket of cement. The lean muscles of his torso were strained and his hands were balled into fists at his sides. His generally kind eyes were hard and spoke more than he had all day. He was not in the mood to deal with anything I had to throw at him. Of course it would be a bad idea to even call out to him but of couse this didn't stop me.

"We need to get this project done. It is due in a week and we haven't started anything. I know about about half the class is already almost done filming and-"