[b][u]Katsuro Sakuma | Chancing upon Hashimoto[/u][/b]

Katsuro was pleased his audition had gone well the other day. It was yet to be determined if he would hang around this club forever, but at least he had the right foot in the door. If he could end up having fun with this club, being seen as talented would make it easier to have fun with it. In any event, it was a good show on his own part, and he couldn't help but be proud about it. Fortunately, he had resisted the urge to join any other clubs as of yet.....emphasis being on "as of yet". He did not yet know if the drama club would prove to be a terribly intensive club, but if it did, he would have a hard time meeting multiple commitments if he joined more clubs, and that certainly would not go down well with the folks at home.

Katsuro left the school a little late, after having hung around a few of his friends in the school for a while. On his way out, he chanced upon a familiar face. "Well well, is this fate, or just a contrived coincidence?" He did not know if this Sato fellow would remember him, but maybe his memory would return upon hearing his name. "We technically heard each others names already, but I feel I should introduce myself formally; Katsuro Sakuma, venerated sage and bumbling buffoon, at your service."