Robin's dorm room, New York
"I've come to a decision." Robin announced. Five minutes earlier he had flopped down on his bed, wishing he was the kind of Muppet who got drunk. But he didn't drink.
Pepe was either reading dirty stories or translating legit theater scenes from Spanish into English. Robin didn't want to ask. "What's that?" Pepe asked. His roommate was usually pretty upbeat, even when tired. He hadn't let on, but it had bothered him to see Robin disheartened.
"I'm dropping dance from my curriculum next year." Robin told him. He'd been trying his best the past two years, but it was becoming clear to him that dancing, while enjoyable, was not ever going to be among his skill set as a performer.
"But," Pepe was aghast. He couldn't imagine giving up dancing. "But the girls in the classes are so hot!"
"Still have a girlfriend." Robin reminded him.
"Yeah but you're not blind okay."
[Establishy but open to calls and the like.]
Pepe was either reading dirty stories or translating legit theater scenes from Spanish into English. Robin didn't want to ask. "What's that?" Pepe asked. His roommate was usually pretty upbeat, even when tired. He hadn't let on, but it had bothered him to see Robin disheartened.
"I'm dropping dance from my curriculum next year." Robin told him. He'd been trying his best the past two years, but it was becoming clear to him that dancing, while enjoyable, was not ever going to be among his skill set as a performer.
"But," Pepe was aghast. He couldn't imagine giving up dancing. "But the girls in the classes are so hot!"
"Still have a girlfriend." Robin reminded him.
"Yeah but you're not blind okay."
[Establishy but open to calls and the like.]