Theater.

You enter the darkly lit room and suddenly you are hit with the gazes of thirty students already sitting in bleachers. “Your tardy” the teacher responds, who you turn to see is a stunning redhead wearing office clothes. “ I don’t feel tardy” you say instinctively, to which the teacher frowns at. “ I’m ms. Blake, won’t you take a seat, mr?” She looks at you in anticipation. You turn red and reply “Marson, my name is Mark Marson.” She grins as you walk over to the only empty seat, which is right in the middle of the classroom, first row. You take off your backpack and sit back, your eyes instinctively look at ms Blake’s jugs, determining that they are quite tiny in size.

“So has anyone here ever seen a play live?” Ms. Blake asks the class. You sink in to your chair, now realizing you are in theater class, something you used to brutally make fun of before you went off to Italy. “No? Guess I’ll have to start from scratch.” Ms. Blake wheels in a TV set that is clearly outdated and pops in a vhs, “this play is Sweeney Todd, one of my faves” she hits the play button and the movie rolls. You sink back into your chair and begin falling asleep, you figure if you get caught you can blame it on the lighting. You drift away as you hear the sounds of a gritty musical in the background.