[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9-devZzZNk]Warakuma High, Class 3-3[/url]
APRIL 7 2015, TUESDAY 
After School 

The clock on the wall’s hands moved even slower as the final class of the day got close to ending. Sato cursed time itself when the teacher shot him a dirty look for the awkward half-standing thing he was doing in attempt to get out of the room first. He slumped down into his chair, still jotting down the last bits of notes on the board. The subject didn’t interest him at all, but if the rest of his life depended on him knowing it and passing a few tests, so be it!

As always, the bell tolled as soon as Sato finished writing. His classmates seemed to have the same idea as him and there was already a traffic jam at the door by the time he got there. Students rushed past him while some chose to just push him out of their way, but regardless of the MO, everyone had managed to flood out into the halls, eager to get to their choice cliques. Seeing the clusters of students forming almost instantly reminded him of the reason why he was so eager to get out ASAP; first of all, more of the clubs had started recruiting. All the professional-looking posters plastered around campus advertised the requirements and details of joining the Drama club and it was pretty much impossible to go somewhere without noticing them. Archery only met half the week, meaning there was pretty much [i]nothing to do[/i] for the other three days. One of the few other clubs Sato was interested was Drama, as he had done it before in middle school several years back. If that didn’t work out there were a few alternatives yet none of them really felt [i]right.[/i]

The other important thing happening was that Mika, Yuki, Rokoru, and himself had decided to hang out later in the day after everyone was done their things, so hopefully checking out Drama wouldn’t take too long. He had memorized the lines, and even practiced them a few times just in case, so hopefully the audition would go swimmingly. The last thing he wanted was both for it to end horribly and to be late for their meet-up. Yet, that feeling of pressure he felt to get everything he wanted to do done in a timely matter was validating to him. Like he was actually doing something with his life. It was an incredibly familiar feeling to him. 

A student bumping into him by accident brought Sato’s attention back to the real world. He then realized he had been staring at one of the posters on the wall for the past few minutes. Drama was certainly something he had done before (and was also one of those things he could do rather well) yet he couldn’t remember if he actually liked it much. There were a lot of things he was (relatively) good at that he [b]hated[/b], and hopefully Drama wouldn’t end up being one of those thing, and with that thought in mind, Sato hurried down the halls and stairs over to the designated room for the auditions.

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[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kEZYnqOIc8]Warakuma High, Auditorium[/url]

	As he approached the room, he could hear the commotion of people moving things, discussing what to they’re doing, and people tinkering with machines. A tall student was lingering around the entrance for whatever reason, causing Sato to stop just before entering the room. He looked in at what everyone was doing; it seemed like they were a while away from being ready for auditions… but why were they preparing so much stuff just for the entry auditions? It seemed a bit strange to go through so much effort for something like recruitment. Anyone who’s been in Warakuma for a year would already know about what kind of stuff the school allocates to the Fine Arts, so that probably wasn’t the reason. The person operating the spotlight, attempting to focus it on the center of the stage, then made Sato consider that perhaps they were trying to make sure they could handle being up on the stage. Wouldn’t a big crowd be more intimidating though?

	Disregarding his own thoughts, Sato pivoted on his heel to face the guy leaning against the wall and pointed his thumb at the room with a puzzled expression. “Are we not allowed to go in yet?” He asked, a bit conflicted on what he expected the answer to be. There might be a good reason for not being allowed in yet there was more than enough space to chill out in and not get in the way. What did this guy think? Maybe he was just nervous. He would’ve been to if he cared more about joining. Maybe the dude was waiting for someone to arrive so that they can support him… [i]Nah,[/i] Sato decided that wasn’t the case.