"What are you people doing? You are walking around without any purpose", said the director who happened to be name Stefan, but preferred to be called Alice by his friends.
Stefan passed his critical gaze over the group.
"You... Mr.-third-from-the-back. No, not you - the other guy. The boy with the bangs and orange ensemble. You are the only one doing this right. Would you please come up front and demonstrate for these other people?"
As Mr. Orange Ensemble demonstrated, Stefan felt the stess begin smothering him.
"Anton take over for me while I take a break. I can't stand watching these people making such a mess."
Stefan slipped upstairs to the rooftop to relax and have a smoke. This was a favorite haven because students were not allowed. Smoking wasn't allowed either, but no one who frequented the roof bothered to follow that rule. His friend Jeffery appeared from the stairwell a few moments later.
"Stefan... or should I call you Alice since we are alone?"
Jeffery smiled, but Stefan would have none of his humor.
"Shut up Jeffery. We have a performance in less than two weeks. These people will never get this down and I haven't even added in the music yet."
"Stefan do you think that you are stressing just a bit much?"
"I can't help it if I am a perfectionist."
"But Stefan, this is a marching band performance, not a Broadway play."
"Jeffery you just don't understand. You may see a bunch of pimply-faced band geeks, but I see prose in motion and the writer is stringing the words one yard at a time."
"You're just a big old fairy aren't you?", Jeffery said.
"Takes one to know one."
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