And okay he was still kind of rude and kind of blunt, but…
“Are you ready for the play?” he asked instead.
Darren grimaced. “Don’t remind me.”
It opened Friday night, and Jayden was looking forward to it. He always watched the opening nights, because they were the rawest and best performances for learning where he needed to adjust the script for next time. Darren didn’t seem so keen.
“You agreed,” Jayden reminded him.
“Yeah and never again,” Darren returned. “I don’t do acting.”
“Why not? You’re good at it. Well, snarky acting,” Jayden allowed. It was the only thing the role called for beyond improvised string music.
“I don’t do standing up in front of hundreds of people and getting stared at,” Darren said flatly.
“…You’re in an orchestra. You’ve done recitals.”
“And nobody gives two shits about you when you’re playing,” Darren pointed out. “It’s about the music, not the musician. Acting? People are watching. Friday? They will be watching me. And I get stage fright.”