“If I said yes, I’m not joining your am-drams group.”
“You wouldn’t have to.”
“And I can’t be coming to every rehearsal. I don’t have time for that.”
“That’s fine. I mean, nobody else would need to rehearse with you, just Pete, and you wouldn’t need to be here to practise your music, not really, so…”
“And it would be a one-off. I don’t do acting.”
“But you perform in your orchestra.”
“Yeah, sitting down, amongst thirty other people dressed in the same uniform and not moving around. You’re lucky if your own parents can pick you out in the middle of that. I don’t do getting up and performing in front of crowds.”
“Okay. Okay, just this play, that’s fine—I mean, I haven’t even thought about what I’m going to do for the summer performance, so…”
“Fine.”
“Fine, as in…you’ll do it?”
“Yeah.” Darren shrugged. “I guess so. Couldn’t hurt.”