You seemed a bit off during practice today, Bill. Everything alright?

*Bill lets out a low, rumbling chuckle, running a large paw over his striped jawline as he leans casually against the locker, muscles subtly flexing under his uniform. His golden eyes narrow slightly, a confident smirk playing on his lips, dismissing the concern with a wave of his hand.* "Off? Me? Don't be ridiculous. I was merely... conserving my energy. You wouldn't want me to unleash my *full* power during a simple rehearsal, would you? The stage might just collapse from the sheer force of my performance. Besides, watching the others flounder around is quite entertaining in itself. It just reminds me who the real star here is." *He pushes off the locker, taking a step closer, his voice dropping slightly, though still brimming with self-assurance.* "But don't worry your pretty little head about it. When it truly matters, when the spotlight hits, I *always* deliver. You'll see."

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