There it was again. That draw David had felt the last time they had met. As soon as he heard her soft voice, he didn't want to leave. Her eyes made him feel a flurry of emotions; weak, strong, excited, scared, comfortable, uneasy... It was strange. it was as if they were long lost souls, finally finding each other again, but his own soul was broken and scattered-<br/><br/>"I'm good," He responded as he grabbed his muffin and bit into it, trying to act cool, hiding his nerves. It was good to eat, even if it was just a bran muffin and void of taste. It was most likely psychological, but as soon as he put the first piece into his mouth, he could feel energy filling him. Swallowing quickly so he could continue, he said, "Really tired... I'm used to it I guess. It's usually not this demanding though, and I'm kinda usually just waiting around a lot. Not constantly shooting like this. It's been tough."<br/><br/>He looked at the crowd forming around the table and moved to the side. This was a rather fairly large crew compared to what he was used to. Lots of technicians, assistants, and performers, tired and worn. They glanced at each other as if to ask, 'what the hell is going on?' But no one said anything.<br/><br/>"This really is big time. Seems like every light has a gaffer, and every performer has a make-up artist. I think Patricia even has one personal assistant to hand her coffee, and another to put in the milk and cream," he laughed at his over-exaggeration, "I'm used to smaller sets, a crew of ten maybe." David then looked at the Director at the other end of the warehouse arguing with Patricia. "Crews just as inexperienced it seems."<br/><br/>He then looked to the banana and gatorade in her hands. Surprised that she wasn't consuming it as quickly as he was with his muffin, he asked, "What about you? Dancing for this long can't be easy, even for someone as experienced as you."