Just call me Moritz

YOOOOO I'll tell ya what I want what I really really want!

Thanks! -He grinned and rubbed the back of his neck- Ah, it's called Spring Awakening. -He shrugged again- Eh. Me either, I guess. I mean I don't hate it but, y'know...

I just got a part in a show on Broadway. Rehearsals are gonna be intense. -He shrugged and looked out the window- So it is. Rain makes my niece and nephew pretty sleepy, too.

I'm alright, thanks. Pretty sure I'm gonna be exhausted starting soon, though. What's making you sleepy?

It's a pleasure, Delani. How are you?

Karaoke King || berrystarryrachel

“I’ll show you a picture when we get to the bar.” He said, grinning. He laughed a little and looked at her over his shoulder. “You’ll be fine.” He promised, “Just hold on tight. But I promise I won’t go too fast. Not yet at least.”

Rachel did, in fact, hold on tight as he began to drive her to the karaoke bar, her mind somehow wondering off to their director. He had sent her 16 texts already, and someone had told her he was bad news. Was he? She would probably ask James once they arrived at the Karaoke bar.

James laughed a little as he weaved through traffic. He loved riding his bike; he always felt so free. When he finally squealed to a halt and pulled his helmet off, he glanced back at Rachel, quirking an eyebrow. "You gonna make it back there?"