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Duncan was busy rescuing a baby bird and putting it in its nest when he heard a couple of girls arguing.

"Really, Gwen?" he heard someone that sounded like Bridgette. "You're on to DJ now? That's the fourth guy, this week."

"Hey, I only have one life!" Gwen snapped back. "I gotta live it large."

Bridgette snorted and crossed her arms. "See Gwen, nobody said that life is a garden, so do me a favor and don't be a hoe."

The teenage animal and human rights activist sighed at the two of them. Could they get any louder? They might frighten the birds away.

"Yo," somebody from behind him said. Duncan turned and saw Trent carrying his black electric guitar. He had on a black shirt with the name of some heavy metal band that he didn't know of. "Dude, the director wants you on set. Apparently it's like a scene for you and Harold or something. I really don't care."

Duncan's eyes widened. "Another scene with Harold?" he asked, quaking in fear. He played the punk bully character and Harold played the nerd ninja wannabe, but in real life Harold was pretty scary. The last month, he beat him up five times, had given him a black eye and actually gave him a concussion, just because the one episode they shot, Duncan made a lot of smart remarks. The boy usually avoided him at all costs. "Oh my Stars, Trent he's going to beat me up again!" He plunged at the emo kid and clutched his collar. "What am I gonna do?"

"Does it look like I care?" Trent replied, nonchalantly. "I mean, I'm just here because the director told me to get you. But, like, if you're that desperate to, like, want my advice…" he shrugged, "your character has a knife, right?"

Duncan looked at him, horrified. "But, violence doesn't solve anything!" he replied.

"What's the point? We were all born to die, right?" Trent asked. "Whatever, I'm gonna go, like, write a sad poem, listen to music about death and slit my wrists or something."

Duncan put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "And I'll pray for you."

"Whatever," Trent said and left.

Duncan walked uncertainly towards the set. Maybe he should just ditch – no, he couldn't. He couldn't disappoint the director. He swore that he would be there when the director needed him.

"Oh look, here's Duncan," the director said, unenthusiastically.

"The Saint," Harold added with a glare.

The activist whimpered. "Good to see you again Harold."

"Okay, places people, places!" the director shouted. Duncan took his place on the stage while Harold took his. "This is the scene when Chris tells the kids that the third season will be a musical."

"The third season is going to be a musical?" the activist asked in excitement. Musicals were his entire life, he practically lived on Sound of Music and Hairspray and who could forget Mama Mia! "That's by far, the best idea ever! God bless you director."

The director rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Then Duncan and Gwen will react negatively to it."

Massive train smash! Duncan found his world melting around him. Why would the director want to put him through so much torture? He loved to sing. He sang with the birds every morning and with the crickets in the evening.

"So, I just want to get your lines just right so that when we shoot with the rest of the cast, there won't be problems on your part" the director continued. "We'll go from when Duncan says, 'Girls sing'." The director took a sip of coffee from his mug. "And action!"

Duncan gulped, Here goes nothing, he thought before taking a deep breath. "Sing?" he laughed dryly. "Girls sing, little birdies sing, Duncans do not sing!" Saying those words made his heart tear open. Angels of musicals, please forgive me, he pleaded in his thoughts

Harold immediately went to geeky nerd mode. "Can I beat box?"

Duncan looked down at his script and stifled a gasp. He couldn't make himself say the next line, he didn't want to bear the consequences.

"Cut!" the director said in annoyance. "Duncan, baby, you can read right?"

The activist nodded twice, not knowing how to use his voice.

"And you know how to talk?" the director continued.

Duncan nodded again.

"Then why the hell aren't you saying your damn lines!" the director roared. "It's just one line Duncan."

To you maybe, Duncan said, but to me, I might as well dig up my own grave.

"Action!" the director yelled and the activist breathed in deeply again.

"Sing? Girls sing, little birdies sing. Duncans, do not sing." The sentence again tore his heart open.

"Can I beatbox?" Harold asked.

Duncan was going to say his line, he really and truly was. But then he took one look at Harold's eyes and clamped his mouth shut, biting his tongue. Saying that line was no better than committing suicide.

"CUT!" the director yelled, almost fed up at this point. "Duncan, again?" he asked. "Seriously, that line is like six words!"

He nodded. "I'm so sorry, it won't happen again."

"It better not, for your sake," he mumbled in reply. "Harold, from your line please."

"Can I beat box?" he asked.

It's just one line, Duncan thought, how hard could it be? "I'll beat you if you try."

Duncan walked into his trailer later that day and flopped back into the chair. Trent was listening to something on his iPod. "That was…straining," the activist said out loud.

The emo, looked at him, taking one of his earphones out. "Dude, like, what happened to you?"

Duncan was holding an ice pack against his black eye and his face was all messed up. "I said my line," he said. "Now I have to go through all this," he pointed at the ice pack. "How did your day go?"

Trent shrugged. "Listened to multiple songs about death and violence. Wrote a sad poem, haven't slit my wrists yet. You know, the usual."

Duncan rolled his eyes, but stopped himself. What an unholy gesture! "I'll pray for you."

Miko: Done! How was it?

Chiko: Duncan an animal right's activist? Harold a bully? Trent an emo? (honestly I don't know what I was going through today) What's next?

Miko: Send in some wacky personality for any TD cast member I haven't done from the first three seasons and if I like it enough, I might make them that way!

Chiko: Who do you want me to feature in the next chapter! And are there any, 'no way in hell those two will EVER get together' pairings you want me to do? Remember, this is about what you want. Anything goes! Even if its as crazy as Beth and Al! (crazy idea, right?)

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