<em></em><div style="text-align: right;">Dylan Clark ~ watching and chuckling to himself...</div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7b/Kazimir.jpg)</div><br/><em>Drama...</em>Dylan thought to himself as he watched the practice session disintegrate rapidly.<em>Fucking Christ look at all this damn drama...</em>He shook his head and watched the make-up girl walk off, evidently she was of the same mind as he was.  He did enjoy the way her hips moved as she did.<br/><br/><em>God, was I ever this bad when I was this young?</em>He hoped he wasn't, but knew he probably was.  The girls were cute enough, but putting all of them in the same room together was almost a powder keg waiting to happen.  Tapping his iPod and shutting it off he hopped down from the speaker back stage and decided to see what that Marie girl was up to.<br/><br/>Stopping at the doorway of the make-up room he quietly watched her sitting there.  She had a great body, and didn't seem to care for the noise going on on-stage.  “Hey there,” he grinned breaking the silence, “You're Marie, right?  I'm Dylan.  Saw you working on something back there, mind if I ask what it was?”