“Oh my Watcher, Renee! You didn’t tell me you were auditioning for the Summer musical!”

“Oh, nah. I’m just returning these books before they fine me. I hate musicals, anyway, I’m always an extra and everyone makes fun of me.”

“Aw, really? We’re competing with San Myshuno Prep for a spot at the Sim State Thespian Festival this year. Though, I don’t think we have to worry, much. The girl with her eyes on the lead, Isabelle Worthington, read her audition piece and ohmigosh she is a haaaam.”

“Yeah, heh, that’s my cousin for you.”

“She’s your cousin? No way! You poor thing.”

“Well, I mean, she’s okay, but lately you’re all she talks about so, uh, I’d be cautious if I were you.”

“She likes me? I can’t believe it. A rich, popular girl likes me and she is not my type, like, at all. Talk about the media setting impossible standards!”

“I know the feeling. I tried looking at those teen girl magazines hoping they were right and I’d like them after becoming a teen? Didn’t happen. I hate them even more. By the way, uh… What is your type?”

“Ya know, uh, to be honest, I don’t even really know.”