Billy thumbs through the script a little gingerly, as if he’s afraid the pages might fall apart at any moment. Indeed, the very first page has been haphazardly taped-slash-stapled together, much like Frankenstein’s monster; and there’s a mysterious brown stain in the shape of Australia adorning the lower right corner. It looks like coffee, though he can’t be 100% sure, and he really doesn’t want to chance a sniff. Instead, he tries to focus on what’s really important - the contents of the script itself. [i]An Inspector Calls[/i] isn’t something he remembers very well, and like Art said, he must’ve absorbed every last shred of knowledge about the play through head-to-page contact with his textbooks. But he looks up just in time to catch the look Art throws towards him, freezing like a deer in headlights. [i]Uh-oh[/i].

It’s not that he doesn’t believe in his own abilities. He’s had his fair share of acting gigs - both with [i]Abracadabra![/i] and even before it - but bit parts are what he usually gets, maybe a supporting role if he’s lucky. For God’s sake, the most screen time he ever got was in a infomercial for a rip-off of the [i]Shamwow![/i]. When it’s something [i]this[/i] big, a make or break opportunity for the company, he isn’t sure he’s the right man for the job. They needed someone with experience, someone who could deliver a stellar performance without a shadow of a doubt to make diamonds out of coal. One wrong move, they could say goodbye to their funding, and [i]Abracadabra![/i] would finally be a sunken ship instead of a sinking one.

…Wait. Maybe he’s being a little too negative. Hell, there might as well have been a storm cloud hanging above his head, pelting him with hail. Everything has went okay so far, so there really isn’t any reason to panic, right? If worse comes to worst, he could just let someone else take the role. After a long moment, Billy finally manages to stop gawping at Art, and turns his attention back to the script clutched in his hands. Inspector Goole was a character who commanded respect, solid and unwavering in his purpose. There’s something about how the Inspector questions each member of the Birling family, too. It’s clear he knows more than he lets on, but Inspector Goole’s true identity never truly comes to light. Was he an actual inspector? A physical manifestation of the Birlings’ guilt? Or a supernatural, omniscient herald of what was to come? But this sudden bout of introspection is quickly put to a halt by an effortlessly booming voice that could only belong to one Mr. Wilson.

Now, Billy isn’t an expert, but he knows a performer when he sees one. What Noa lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm, a seemingly endless supply of charm, and an [i]incredible[/i] set of eyebrows. Of course, he’s just as likeable on stage as he is in real life. The role of the Inspector, however, isn’t really about that, though he had no doubt that Noa could pull it off if he really wanted to.

[color=e6e8fa][b]“If you think you can handle it.”[/b][/color] Billy counters, raising an eyebrow, but a second later, the corners of his lips turn up into a lopsided smirk to show that he bears no ill will. For a brief moment, he pauses, appears to be considering something. [color=e6e8fa][b]“But if you don’t mind me saying, you strike me as more of a Mr. Birling. I mean, you already have the whole loud, blustering shtick down pat. Though if the Inspector’s what you’re really after…”[/b][/color]

He leaves the statement hanging, and punctuates it with a shrug. At the end of the day, Billy’s fine with whatever role they give him. He just hopes that they can get everything done in time.