Benjamin's team had won the first challenge in, what he thought, was a landslide. Despite the fact that Tony had scolded him for his poor performance, he was under the impression that he did great, smiling brightly about it. One thing he was unsure about was who to interact with. Tony was definitely his ally, and, in his simple-minded view, his friend, but did that actually mean he could go to him if he wanted to talk?
"No," Tony's cold expression as he slammed his door in Benjamin's face answered that question. At least temporarily answered it.
He was lost, he didn't know who to turn to. The girls seemed nice, but he was a little to nervous to talk to them, despite Dusty's gentle and kind demeanor. He would've loved to meet March, but that's what really got his nervousness going. March was, in his eyes, the most gorgeous person he had ever seen, but he had no idea what to even say to her. That's when it hit him. No, like literally hit him. He had been wandering the halls absent-mindedly for so long that he and Damien just...collided.
"Woah!" Damien fell on his rear, though Benjamin handled the impact pretty well.
The larger of the two helped the poor actor up, immediately feeling sorry for what he had done.
"Are you okay?" he asks with an apologetic tone.
"Uh, yeah. No biggie."
"Oh, that's a relief. I thought you died for a second there."
"Um, what?"
Benjamin chuckled to himself, completely serious about everything he had said, which caused some confusion for Damien.
"You're...uh...what was your name again?"
"Benjamin H Dot Crusoe Anfather the Third!"
"H Dot?"
"Or was it H Point...I don't remember!"
"Alright...uh...I'm Damien?"
"That's cool. Where do you keep your dot?"
"I don't have a dot...Anyways, I've got to get going," Damien said, trying to cut the conversation with the strange fellow. As he turned to walk away, Benjamin had somehow appeared before him once more, causing him to jump in fear a little.
"To do what?"
"Just some stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Rehearsing some stuff."
"Like a song?"
"No, like a scene."
"So you do sing!"
"Scene. I said scene."
"Just because it's past-tense doesn't change the meaning. Unless you don't sing anymore?"
"Dude, what?"
"What's your favorite song to sing?"
"I told you, I don't really sing. It's a scene"
"Scene, spleen. Same thing."
"What even does that mean?"
"That you sing."
"I don't sing!"
"But you said you were going to rehearse a scene."
"Yes! I did say that, I'll give you that."
"So you sing."
"I don't sing! Well...unless there's a musical..."
"Aha! So you sing!"
"Only on occasion!"
"Sing something right now!"
"What? No! I can't do that!"
"Oh, I get it..."
"Do you?"
"You are bad at singing!"
"Oh, boy..."
Unfortunately for Damien, he didn't know that this very conversation was going to have him up for the rest of the night, answering more questions that really didn't make any sense at all.