Disguised Amongst Mortals
"Yes, you, silly! Why else would I sing a song called "My Best Friend Is So Cool And I Cannot Wait To Spend Eternity With Them"?" She gives you a wide smile. You sigh internally, but you know nothing can stop her from breaking into song.
She clears her throat, stands on the desk — you brace yourself as you hear people snickering around you —, and begins to sing: "~Oh, my best friend! You are my best friend! I love my best friend 'til the end again and again~!"
Irene sits back down. "That's all I have right now."
Thanking your lucky stars, you compliment her. She beams, and you know the embarrassment was worth it.
"Okay, everyone, settle down." Your homeroom teacher, Mr. Minnow, enters the room. He's a young man with "scholarly-glasses" — as Irene likes to call them — and he always wears an argyle sweater vest over a button down shirt. "Before you go off to your classes, I have an announcement to make. As you know, I am our school's club advisor, and I have just been made aware that there is a new improv club for those of you interested in that. The interest meeting is after school today."
Irene looks at you with gigantic, shining eyes. You swear you can see the whole sky reflected in them. "Oh my god! We HAVE to go!"
Personally, you're not a huge fan of improv, and you have another club meeting after school, but Irene's eyes are difficult to resist.
She clears her throat, stands on the desk — you brace yourself as you hear people snickering around you —, and begins to sing: "~Oh, my best friend! You are my best friend! I love my best friend 'til the end again and again~!"
Irene sits back down. "That's all I have right now."
Thanking your lucky stars, you compliment her. She beams, and you know the embarrassment was worth it.
"Okay, everyone, settle down." Your homeroom teacher, Mr. Minnow, enters the room. He's a young man with "scholarly-glasses" — as Irene likes to call them — and he always wears an argyle sweater vest over a button down shirt. "Before you go off to your classes, I have an announcement to make. As you know, I am our school's club advisor, and I have just been made aware that there is a new improv club for those of you interested in that. The interest meeting is after school today."
Irene looks at you with gigantic, shining eyes. You swear you can see the whole sky reflected in them. "Oh my god! We HAVE to go!"
Personally, you're not a huge fan of improv, and you have another club meeting after school, but Irene's eyes are difficult to resist.