Blow them away!

You spit out your opening lines with the indifferent charm of the original Scott Weinger, before the opening song brings the show into full swing. You're hardly a good singer, but you manage to do a good enough job while keeping to the dance routines, swinging and jumping around the stage in a mock chase as the town guards chase you, waving their fake swords and trying to yell quietly, to show how angry they are without disrupting the song.

The song goes surprisingly well. The audience seem pretty amused, laughing where they're supposed to, and looking slightly impressed at the ability of some of the sets, singing and plays. While you're no star talent, you find yourself doing a surprisingly acceptable job. Your pitch is alright, your dancing's better than you thought and you can deliver the comedic and dramatic lines with some level of skill.

As the song rolls to a finish, you see Caoimhe beaming at the sideline, although still very nervous as the next actors take place. You do, however, as per usual... find yourself getting a bit bored. I mean, this is fun, and all, but you've done this dozens of time at this point. The same thing, over and over again, again and again and again and... Christ, it's all a bit boring, isn't it? And you're doing so well, why not have some fun?

Perhaps it's that your focus on memorizing your lines earlier today has left you increasingly horny, but you have half a mind to get up to a bit of sexy mischief. Nothing too bad, but surely you deserve some fun here too, don't you? After all, you're the lead!