*Roman's POV*

"My my, your looking good today, aren't you, hansome?" I asked him, as I grinned widely at the amazing and charismatic man in front of me.

I couldn't stop staring at those beautiful brown locks with a tiny tad of blond in them, those sparkling brown eyes that practically lit up the room when I looked into them.

His stunning collar bone, a chin so superiorly chiseled that the gods themselves couldn't have done a better job.

And the real slayer that makes all men and women alike fall to their knees at his beauty.

Those bright, shiny, pearly whites that were, as marry Poppin's would say, 'Practically perfect in everyway'.

I smiled, as I reached out a hand to stroke their magnificent cheeks, attempting to complement them on how on point they looked today, only to hit a solid, reflect surface.

I hit my hand on the mirror, smudging it a bit, as I sighed, disconnect on not being able to touch such a beautiful face.

"My, Roman, your going to slay those judges, your going to blow them away with your magnificent talent and skill! You got this." I said, as I cleared his throat.

I was about to start singing, when my peripheral vision caught a teenager walking by the bathroom, humming a song from the music Man.

'Not Disney, but not a terrible play either.' I thought, as they passed me by.

I paid him no further mind, as my focus was on my reflection and fixing and out of place hair.

He had walked away, and I was free to belt out my self created warm up, as I took a deep breath.

"Me me me me me!
Figaro, Figaro, figarooooo!
When will my reflection show, who I am, insideeee?" I sang, warming up, and I might have to add, sounded lovely and well sung.

Suddenly, my phone alarm went off. It's time to go to my audition.

"All I do is win win win, no matter what! Got money on my mind!"

I grabbed it, as I turned it off and fixed one more strand of hair, before pinching my fingers together and kissing it.

"Beautiful, magnificent, spectacular!" I said, as I complemented the man in the mirror once more.

I exited the bathroom, heading to the stairway to the Pits, pep talking myself over and over again.

"Alright, you charming you, you can do this. The audience is a judge today, Broadway tomorrow. You are going to nail the part you've always dreamed of, one day becoming famous, settling down with a nice man or woman, and having everything you want in life." I said, talking to myself.

"You are going to rock on that stage! You are going to....kill....it?" I said, as I stalled my speech when I looked around the corner and saw a emo boy with a black hoodie on, blood staining his black clothing and getting on the floor, surrounded by what I envisioned were two or more bullies with blood on their fists.

Feeling like the embodiment of a prince at the moment, I leapt around the corner to protect the poor emo and, to my suprise, saw the bullies on the ground, one meek looking one with a split lip and one more brutish, but with a terrible black eye.

There was a common nerd with a blue necktie and a new kid surrounding the scene, as I relaxed my fists.

"Huh." Was all I could muster, before the principal stood before us.

"What on God's green earth happened here? Detention, all of you." She said, as she turned away from the sight of blood.

'No. Nononono! I have an audition, I can't have detention, wait, this is an opportunity. I'll just explain what happened and I get another chance to run through my lines more anyway. Perfection, like me, is impossible to obtain without hard work.' I thought, as I looked around at the mess.

Suddenly, the guy with headphones turned the corner, as he opened his eyes to see what happened. He turned around quickly, as he tried to get away, but alas, the principal noticed.

"You too, young man! For that awful humming!" She screeched, before she left, her heals clicking on the tile.

Well.
Broadway can wait another day, I suppose.
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