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I still vividly remember the day Theodore Kline and I met. Even five years later, I still remember the scowls we sent each other backstage, waiting for our turn to beat each other in the Improv Challenge.

We wouldn't have hated each other if we hadn't signed up for the rival theatre companies, is what I've learnt in the past 2 months.
The people say that Theos classes are better as they have more money, they put on more shows and don't get me started on their costumes. I've always been green with envy when I see the small details on the clothes they wear and then just dump into a bin of "used before" clothes. And that isn't the reason to they they are considered to be "better" or "more talented."

They have a high online status, and that is what the people love. Five seconds of fame online.

Even though when I was younger, I thought I'd much prefer being in Orion House Productions, my small, loving theatre group is much more than I need.
Sure, we may not be showy or glamourous, but we are a family. A very small, 2 generation family, but we aren't putting it on for the public.

To be honest, our teachers are so close that I'm surprised at our rivalry. And that just proves that there isn't even a reason for our behavior, we are just chaotic. So. Fucking. Chaotic.

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