Apartment of Slumming, UES, NYC, Friday Evening
Troy was hiding.
Okay, Troy wasn't hiding particularly successfully, seeing as he was just sitting up in the Apartment of Slumming's dance studio, one leg hanging off the ledge over the rest of the flat. Still, as the person from who he was hiding wasn't in the apartment, his lack of camouflage (and visibility from the rest of the apartment) wasn't a particularly big deal.
There were few things more scary than a director who'd just been told that her venue had burned down and she needed to find a new one the week before the show was set to start. Troy had found it prudent to avoid her, these past few days.
To occupy himself, he had his laptop, and his phone beside him; he would be more than happy to receive a call, or a text message, or:
Oh, look. A Fandom High Alumni Chat Room!
TBolt14 has entered the room
TBolt14: Hey, anyone around?
[Open for whatever! Phonecalls, or the chatroom, or emails.]
Okay, Troy wasn't hiding particularly successfully, seeing as he was just sitting up in the Apartment of Slumming's dance studio, one leg hanging off the ledge over the rest of the flat. Still, as the person from who he was hiding wasn't in the apartment, his lack of camouflage (and visibility from the rest of the apartment) wasn't a particularly big deal.
There were few things more scary than a director who'd just been told that her venue had burned down and she needed to find a new one the week before the show was set to start. Troy had found it prudent to avoid her, these past few days.
To occupy himself, he had his laptop, and his phone beside him; he would be more than happy to receive a call, or a text message, or:
Oh, look. A Fandom High Alumni Chat Room!
TBolt14 has entered the room
TBolt14: Hey, anyone around?
[Open for whatever! Phonecalls, or the chatroom, or emails.]