Waiting For The End

“Thank you, Kai, for quieting everyone so that we can begin,” he nodded at the young man with a wry smile and chuckles sounded as Kai rolled his eyes. He didn't look particularly thrilled to have been singled out. The chuckles faded away as the director called for attention so he could begin their practice.

Despite Ash's hopes of leaving once the novelty of the newbie's hidden hobby had been made clear, his companions didn't even bother to readjust in their seats. He was starting to think that would be here all night, or worse yet, not go to the club.

He leaned over to one of the others, the blonde that Clyde had been eyeing most of the evening. She was now watching Kai rather hungrily. “Are we not going to the club?”

“Sh,” she harshly spat in his face, not even bothering to look at him. He looked at her in astonishment, taken aback. No one had ever shushed him before, and certainly no one had ever done so because of a rehearsal of all things. It wasn’t even a performance.

He sat back into the seat, glaring at the performers on stage, or more specifically, at the kid called Kai. His glare indicated that he thought it was their, or rather, his fault he wasn’t getting drunk right now. And honestly? It kind of was.

Two hours later, he stood though wondered why the others weren’t moving. They had stood from their seats when the director announced that they were done from the evening, but they stayed where they were as if glued in place.

Eventually, he realized why as they attempted to mingle with the musicians leaving the platform, streaming out of the back room where most of them had apparently left the cases for their instruments.

They finally found themselves waiting for the last person, who was talking to the director: Kai. This was not how the night was supposed to have gone. He should be poorly flirting with some other drunk stranger right now, if not doing something more, going somewhere else.

“You, my bestie, are amazing!” Clyde dropped a hand onto Kai’s shoulder as he came down the stairs off of the stage. Clyde and the others started talking about how amazing he was, though the onyx-haired classmate didn’t really acknowledge any of it. They instead herded him out of the theatre and towards the truck.