Ophelia was a graceful and beautiful character, but Yamuraiha was unsure why she had felt so ugly in her costume. It wasn't that it was a bad costume, it was just that it probably weighed three times more than her and irritated not only her skin, but somehow her bones. It was an aqua green colored dress with roses the same color as salmon sewed onto the sleeves. She was sure that on anyone else but her it would have looked nice.

The more she thought about her look the more she realized it was the wig that she disliked and not the actual costume on herself. It was a hideous orange wig that resembled limp pasta noodles more than any human's hair.

"I see that they let you dress in the 80's clown lifestyle that you so desperately desired," Sharrkan snickered from across the room. "That wig looks like ass hair more than anything else."

"I would whine, but seeing you as a tree really eases your comments." Yamuraiha was referring to his ridiculous green face paint and brown pants and shirt. "Weren't you supposed to be dying man number 4? Why the switch?"

"Actually, I'm such a versatile and talented actor I got cast for three parts: grave digger, tree, and dying man number 4." he boasted. Grave digger and dying man number 4 had the same makeup, and surprisingly the role of tree was the hardest due to it being in the scenes the longest.

"Also I'm going to ask not to wear the wig and just have my actual hair instead so you don't have to make fun of me wearing this- well," she poked the cheap wig with a pen, "I guess nest of broken dreams,"

"Yeah, your natural hair is much better," his fingers found a loose strand of blue hair underneath the wig.

"Did you just compliment me?" She felt her heart grow three sizes. "Huuuuh? Say that again I don't think I heard properly," she flicked the cardboard leaves on his head.

He took her hand away from the leaf. He felt his cheeks grow red. "Come on, it's not a big deal, besides I was just trying to be nice don't let it get to that already big head of yours,"

"Oh you're blushing; meaning you meant it," she took his hand and shook it in a similar manner that Pisti did. "Come on admit it, you think I'm cool,"

"Yamuraiha, stop flirting and come over here and practise!" Ms. Vinea called out from across the room. The other actors carried their attention over onto them and began to giggle between themselves.

Her heart jolted. "Sorry! I'll be right over-"

"Wait , give me a few minutes there's something I wanted to fix up on my friend's costume here," Sharrkan yelled back.

"You have five minutes," she went back to writing on her clipboard and checking on others'.

Yamuraiha raised her eyebrows. "Sharrkan what was that for-?"

He pulled off her wig and threw it into a nearby trash bin. "Turn around," he said in an almost whisper. Before she could argue he followed his sentence up with "just trust me,"

So she turned around. She was unsure of what he was doing to her hair, but she liked whatever it was. She felt as he carefully took pieces and pleated them together. Was he trying to braid it? He reached for some synthetic flowers on a nearby table. Her old self would have lost it by now; and have questioned what he had in mind about a hundred times. She enjoyed the silence and experienced the rare feeling of complete trust which she usually missed out on.

"Now look at yourself," he moved her to the mirror.

She had two braids that parted her hair at the front that joined together to make one braid at the back- it wasn't anything groundbreaking, but somehow she found herself being more comfortable with herself. "It looks great," she brought the braid to the side of her head to see the flowers he had incorporated. "It looks really great," she smiled at him.

"A thank you would suffice," he pinched her nose.

"Thank you," she said in a nasally tone. "I'm glad you're like a sister to me at times like these," she laughed realizing only seconds later it was kind of a weird thing to say. But he really did remind her of an older sister for a moment, since braiding hair was something her friend's older sister had done before.

Sharrkan let go of her nose as if it had combusted into flames. "Wait what?!" he questioned. It felt like a hammer was dropped onto his heart. "What do you mean sister-?"

"I meant like-"

"Yamuraiha over here! Five minutes is up you can talk it up after!" Ms. Vinea yelled, interrupting their ever so important conversation.

They practised a few scenes. Yamuraiha was happy with herself as she memorized not only her lines, but cued the others if they forgot at times. She was elated at the amount of praise she received from the other actors and . Things were falling into place so wonderfully, and to think she wasn't even going to audition.

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"Hey could you give me a ride home?" Yamuraiha tugged on Sharrkan's sweater as he was walking away.

"Do you have money for gas?"

"Actually-" she began to rummage through her bag. She probably had 30 or so dollars in there somewhere, she could give him 10 it was the least she could do.

"It was a joke," he stopped her. "I don't charge my friends,"

"Oh," she slid her hand out from her bag. "I also wanted to say I'm sorry for saying you're like a sister to me- I didn't mean that doing hair wasn't masculine,"

"I never really cared about looking masculine because my self esteem won't allow something like that to even be a bother,"

"Then why did you seem so upset?"

Sharrkan sighed as he glanced at her genuinely dazed face. "You have really bad awareness at times don't you?" he said. "It's okay, don't worry about that, instead worry about Hamlet."

"You mean the play?"

"No I meant the guy playing Hamlet, I'm sure he has a crush on you," he sneered like a kid.

"Really?" Yamuraiha questioned. "I'm sure he was into the play, but not really me,"

"He was staring at you the whole time and I overheard him say; 'I'm sure glad they picked an attractive girl for this,'"

"Really?" Yamuraiha flicked her braid back and fluttered her eyelashes. "Well that changes everything." Though it didn't. The boy playing Hamlet was meek and she was almost certain that he was trying to get into the part.

Sharrkan laughed. "You're really easy to please aren't you?"

"Don't be jealous," she teased. "I know that I'm so incredible that everyone loves me, but you don't have to worry,"

"I think Pisti's personality is rubbing off on you,"

"But on a serious note, I'm flattered. I don't think anyone's ever really called me attractive, so I feel kind of strange in a good way,"

Well I was the first, Sharrkan thought as he remembered the night that they both got drunk; when he was talking nonsense and decided it was a great idea to film themselves. Though it wouldn't be the best thing to bring up how he had said she was the most attractive, that would probably mean he would never hear the end of it.

"Hey if you like him I could get his phone number for you." he offered her.

"No, no that's fine," Yamuraiha declined. "I guess I'm also nervous now since he'll probably be my first kiss."

Oh right, she had never kissed anyone before. "Are you okay with your first kiss being an act?"

"It's not like it's supposed to be a big deal or anything," she lied to herself. It was always a big deal to her. She had dreamt and made up scenarios in her head of how she would have gotten her first kiss. It would be in the late afternoon on a beach and there would definitely be guitar playing in the background softly. "I mean it's whatever, do you even remember your first kiss?" She shook off her fantasies.

"Nope," he admitted. "But I honestly wish I did. I don't remember my first time either, also wish I waited longer to do that."

"I didn't think you'd care much about that,"

"I don't really, but just if I had an opportunity to turn back time and not get involved with some people and be intimate with them I would." He blushed after he admitted that. "It's all whatever now, no need to dwell on the past right?"

"Now that you've said that I don't want to kiss him at all." She felt her stomach turn into a knot.

"You wanted to before?"

"Well, no, but now I'm nervous I'll regret that I didn't kiss anyone I actually liked before,"

"You still have time before the actual play, maybe you'll meet someone nice when we go away for spring break, then you don't have to worry about it being your first kiss or have any regrets. One thing I can promise is you won't regret a fling,"

"Ah nice pun," she nudged his arm. "I'll be on the lookout for the tall, dark, and handsome while we're at Sinbad's."

"You mean you'll be on the lookout for me?"

"And you tell me I'm the one with the big head,"

Writer: spring break chapter starts soon! Probably one more chapter in between and then the beginning of the 'drama'. Anyways hope you like it! Reviews help as always and thank you so much for enjoying!