Christian had enjoyed his trip to Kansas City for class the day before; his only complaint was that it had been far too short. But his happiness at that had been cut short by a rather frustrating play rehearsal. If he couldn't walk like a prince -- which Genesis seemed convinced of -- how could he possibly play one well enough to even make it through opening night?
He mulled that and his script over as he listened to a compilation of
Kansas City jazz. The music was helping his mood considerably.
[OOC: Open and OCD-free shop, bbs.]