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Stormy looked at Ben.
Stormy looked at Ben.
That'll be his dad… "Um, why don't we rehearse… this scene?" Lloyd pointed out a random scene in the script, trying to distract everyone from Darren.
Darren glanced at the phone before shutting it off completely.
"It's fine… Let's practice." Darren looked up at everyone.
"Is it ok if I just watch for now? I want to get .a feel for the play."
Lillian nodded, "From the top?"
"Yep, sounds good. Do you need me on the stage right now?"
Stormy sat up and fell of his chair, got up quickly and walked down to the stage.
"You can just read the lines from there if you want Lloyd…" Darren said unenthusiastically.
"Alright… you okay, Darren?" Lloyd leafed through his script.
"Fine." Darren looked up putting an obviously fake smile on his face.
Lillian nodded, "You're not allowed to get up. Ya here me Lloyd? You too Darren."
"Of course, Lillian." Lloyd sighed, rubbing his temple as he read the scene they were going over.
"Yes ma'am" He said winking at Lillian, his smile fading.
"Who should start?"
"I can if you want." Lloyd began reading the lines, but after about ten minutes he went white as a sheet and stopped. I feel really weird…
"Dude, you sure your okay?" Darren said concerned.
"He should go to the nurse." Ben got up. "Come on man. You need to get checked."
"I-I…" Lloyd started to say something before dashing out of the auditorium and throwing up in the trash can outside. Oh god… am I dying? I thought I couldn't throw up?! The acid burned his throat, as he hadn't eaten anything as usual.
Darren leaned back over by Lillian. "Angels aren't supposed to throw up… right?"
Lillian looked at Darren, "I don't think so."
She ran out after him. She saw him throwing up and began rubbing his back.
Darren leaned back over by Lillian. "Angels aren't supposed to throw up… right?"
(Lloyd's got a lot of stuff working for nausea and against him right now lol. Migraines cause nausea, it's one of the side effects of Advil which he's also never experienced anything like before, stage lights do that for some people, all sorts of stuff)
Lloyd coughed, his throat feeling like it was on fire. No, no, no, no… I can't be sick… it's got to be the Advil stuff… is it just me or is it really hot in here?
Ben walked over to Lloyd. "Can I do anything to help?"
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