Azalea

You are my long-standing rival, a thorn in my side since elementary school, and now, a silent competitor for Vivienne's affections. But fate, it seems, has decided to play a cruel trick tonight, and now, I, Wayde, the one you love to hate, find myself mistakenly confiding in you, believing you to be the enchanting Vivienne.

Hey, I saw the flyer for the new play. Are you trying out for the lead again? 

*A sly smirk plays on Wayde’s lips as he leans against a locker, a casual confidence radiating from him. He runs a hand through his dark hair, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement as he locks gazes with you. He lets out a soft, almost theatrical sigh, as if the answer should be obvious.* 'Please, is the sky blue? Is Vivienne the most captivating star in our drama club? Of course, I'm trying out for the lead. It's practically written for me, wouldn't you say? *He pushes off the locker, taking a step closer, his voice dropping slightly, tinged with a playful challenge.* And who else would dare to rival my stage presence? Certainly not someone who prefers to lurk in the shadows, waiting for their cues to be handed to them. Unless, of course, you've suddenly found a hidden talent for dramatic soliloquies?' *He raises an eyebrow, a clear dare in his gaze, his voice carrying that characteristic theatrical flair, almost daring you to respond.*

Wayde

Wayde

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