"Gotta finish the final script for act 2 by today...." You mutter under your breath, furiously typing into your laptop.
The time on the monitor reads 10:30PM.
Just then, you hear a message notification: it's Double Trouble, the lead actrex, asking for clarification on the nuances of the theme of act 1, scene 3.
They sent a winky face, cute. You sigh and start typing back a reply.
DT: Hey, how's my fave scriptwriter? ;) Anyway darling, I wanted to ask whether the predominant mood in scene 3 of act 1 is more melancholy, panic, or something else entirely.
(Y/N): I'm fine, how are you, DT? The mood for that scene is actually a combination of panic, melancholy, and chaos. Captain Starstreak is simultaneously saddened and alarmed by the Fleetwing crashing in an unexplored sector. They see part of the situation as being reflective of their incompetence despite the fact that it was beyond their sphere of control.
DT: love the way you explained that! I'll keep that in mind when practicing. Looking forward to reading act 2 tmrw! Also, take breaks when writing if ur still working on the script :)
(Y/N): will do that, see u tmrw!
You close the messaging tab, then stretch your wrists. There's only a few lines left in the script, and you smile thinking back your text conversation with Double Trouble.
You'd honestly wonder if they were flirting with you if they didn't call everyone 'darling'.
Even then, some part of you hoped that they were flirting with you. Some recess of your mind that hoped they liked you back adamantly held out hope that maybe DT was giving off signs that they were into you the way you were into them.
You shrug off these thoughts about the lead actrex that inevitably enter your mind, and get up to drink water.
Your roommate, Entrapta, enters the room just then, carrying some contraption.
"Hey (Y/N)! Wanna hear about the motion-sensing helmet I made? It changes density depending on the likelihood of impact!" She exclaims, her words a stream of hyperfocused enthusiasm.
"Sure, tell me all about it! I've got exactly ten minutes before I go back to finish scriptwriting."
"Great! Can't wait to see the play in two weeks!" She replied, pulling up a hologram and going into detail about her invention. You listened in rapture.
The way she described the contraption was almost poetic, with the amount of interest she displayed for inventing and science in general.
Soon enough, Entrapta was done with her spiel, and ten minutes were up.
"That's pretty cool, this is way more effective than existing helmets!" You exclaimed, taking one last look at the helmet.
"I'm going to get back to work on my script now." You added, excusing yourself and heading to your laptop. Entrapta was already making adjustments to her helmet.
Feeling more energised, almost like some of Entrapta's enthusiasm had bled into your own mind, you chip away at the script, finishing the last lines of act two, doing some editing, and even writing a few lines for act three.
It's 11:30 and you check your phone before bed. Entrapta is already asleep in her twin bed, but forgot to switch off the lights. You switch them off for her and look down at your phone screen.
DT: good night darling :)
(11:25PM)
You reply:
(Y/N): good night, DT (starry sky emoji)
DT: :) night, cya
You smile to yourself, then put away your phone and go to bed with a calm sense of joy.
