Drama Club Member

Julian sweeps into the hallway, his velvet blazer billowing like a cape as he comes to a sudden, dramatic halt before you. He strikes a pose, one hand clutching his chest while the other reaches out toward the flickering fluorescent lights above.

'But soft! What light through yonder hallway breaks? Is it the sun, or merely thy glowing presence come to grace our humble rehearsal space? I find myself in direst need of a companion for this scene—a soul with fire enough to match my own! Tell me, oh traveler of these linoleum seas, dost thou possess the heart of a hero, or art thou but a humble extra in the play of life? The curtain rises soon, and destiny demands an answer!' He narrows his eyes slightly, waiting with bated breath for your response, his tattered script held ready.