Dare You to Move

Kenzie nodded. "That sounds easy enough," she assented, taking the script from Presley and looking it over. "Read lines and give cues - you got it." She was far from being an actress, but this was simple enough directions. "Oh, that doesn't sound good. How many times have you had to try and memorize your lines then?"

"Oh this will be like the fourth rewrite that I've had to deal with. With some other minor edits throughout that time. I swear I'm going to go insane if there is one more change. I feel like I don't even know what the play is about anymore." She admitted, running a hand through her hair and sighing. "But here we are."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure taking marriage vows has something about being faithful in it." Though, of course, many people were prone to breaking that particular vow. "You do have a point. If someone was going to tell me, it would be a lot harder coming from a friend. Especially if they knew for a while and didn't say anything for whatever reason." The whole situation was unprecedented for the 19-year-old. "I still feel bad for them, though, if they do." She could only hope there were no kids involved.

"I'm pretty sure you're right. But it feels like most people have difficulties following that." She mused with a shrug of her shoulders. She had no idea what went on in the relationship of the people that Annabelle had accidentally outed for adultery, but regardless, it couldn't feel good to ever be the one cheated on. She nodded, reaching out to squeeze Anna's shoulder gently. "You're too good. But I understand. Just remember it's not your fault."

"Don't apologize," Sofia chuckled, "hoping for solitude and silence in this building is damn near impossible, so my expectations weren't too terribly high for that one." Sofia flashed Presley a genuine smile for a moment, just before hearing what they were looking for. "Well, shit," she huffed, dropping back down to floor level. "Search and rescue starts now, I suppose."

"I mean that's fair. There's like nowhere to hide in this place that someone won't find you. But I can be sorry that it was me who found you." She said with her own smile in return. Her smile turned slightly sheepish at Sofia's response to the type of earbud she was looking for. "Yep, makes sense why it just got away from me though right? Kind of hard to lose a whole ass headset." She moved onto the ground as well, trying to look in the most obvious places first.

Andrea was, as she'd said, not an actor. She hadn't even been a good liar or storyteller as a kid. But she could see the frustration in the other woman's face and wanted to help if she could. "I'm just killing time before PT, so please - let's do this. You'll have these lines nailed before I leave, I guarantee it."

"How long until you have to be at PT, I don't want to keep you and have you miss." She expressed, knowing she'd feel terrible if she ended up getting in the way of the other's day. However, she handed over the script to Andrea. "The new lines start on page 8 and go pretty much the rest of the play. But we can just go for as long as you have."

Scanning the script, Amelia nodded her head. "First of all, where're we starting?" Brows raised as she tilted the script toward Presley, waiting for direction. "And second of all, after this, I'm going to make the executive decision that we need to go do something fun. Not sure what that might be right now, but you, my dear, look way too stressed."

"Top of page eight is where all the new stuff beings. And then well...they rewrote the whole damn play so we can go for as long as you have time for." She stated, tilting her head back as she let out a frustrated groan. Her head tilted back up when Amelia said that she looked too stressed and they needed to do something fun afterward. "I am stressed and annoyed. And so tired of this damn play and we haven't even performed for anyone yet."

April had been walking through the hallway of the hospital, on the way to the cafeteria to get some lunch. As soon as she saw Presley sitting there, though, a defeated look on her face, she stopped in her tracks. Slipping down beside her, April gently took the pages from the younger girl, offering her a reassuring smile. "I'd love nothing more than to help you go over these lines," she said sincerely, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to her cheek. "Where do you want to start?"

She felt her shoulders loosen, relaxing at the thought that someone was willing to help her. She'd come to the hospital with the hopes that Amelia would be able to assist a little bit during her lunch break but then her mother had been pulled into an emergent surgery with no end in sight. "Thank you." She said openly, feeling extreme gratitude wash over her. "Um if we could start on page 8...that's where the majority of the rewrites start. I promise not to keep you for long. I don't want to take up too much time."

"I wish I could get lost, trust in that," Sofia mumbled, "this hospital's etched into my brain so severely. Hence why I'm here and nowhere else. Nobody uses these rooms." Groaning softly, she rolled and sat upright, looking at Presley, "headphones? Or, like, wireless ear buds? I'll help you look, but need to determine the challenge level here."

Her head tilted to the side at the word, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. She certainly seemed like she was struggling a little bit, but Presley didn't want to pressure her into talking. "That makes sense. Avoiding people...and then I just kinda waltz right in here. Sorry about that." She glanced back and bit down on her bottom lip. "Oh wireless buds."

All they'd wanted was a muffin ( thankfully not made by Amelia ) but when their sister made eye contact with them, she realized she was screwed. "You know, my dude. . I'm not really a good actor, but I can give you a little help. Just let me eat first," with that she's warming up a muffin, leaning against the counter to wait. "I thought you were all set?"

She knew that Emerson hadn't walked into the kitchen with the intention of helping her run lines. Honestly, even hearing them walk into the room, she hadn't necessarily been thinking about asking. She had more blurted it out than anything. "Take your time. I'll be sitting here like all night." She expressed with a shrug. "I was all good and then they changed the script...again."

The frustration in her daughter's expression was one Amelia could read a mile away, and given the stack of papers in her hand, she knew exactly what was going on. Approaching with caution, knowing better than to cause Presley to lose her place, Amelia raised her eyebrows when prompted. "When have I said no?" She sat down beside Presley, leaning back with her hand out, ready to give an oscar-worthy performance.

The weak smile strengthened when her mom agreed to help, wriggling her shoulders a little bit as she handed over the script to her mom. Amelia was her go-to when it came to needed to relearn lines...especially with how many rewrites had bee happening this year. "You're the best, mom. Thank you." The frustration still had a strong grip on her, but that had nothing to do with Amelia and so she tried to let it go for now.

Kenzie had spotted the familiar face of her cousin, and had decided to go and say hi. She hadn't, however, expected to be asked to help Presley learn her lines. It wasn't like the younger Shepherd had a lot to do, though, so she didn't see the harm in helping out. "Sure. As long as I don't have to, like, make up weird voices for characters or anything. Pretty sure I wouldn't be able to do that." Nor would she want to. "What are we reading lines for?"

She grinned at her cousin being willing to help her run lines. "I absolutely don't expect you to do any accents or anything, Kenz. I just need the lines to be read and for some of the cues to be given, but that really also just comes through reading what's on the page." She handed over the script. "This is for the performance I'm in at college this term. But there have been a lot of creative...differences already."

"I guess so. I would wanna know if I was with someone and they were cheating on me. Although, I would probably be embarrassed to find that information out from some random store clerk in the mall..." That was the worst part of it. Anna kept telling herself it was likely the woman already had her suspicions, but it didn't ease much of the guilt. "I just hope they didn't have kids."

"I would definitely want to know if someone was cheating on me as well. Especially if it was something that I like pledged forever too. That's a whole different can of worms." Presley assured. "I mean it might be better coming from someone who doesn't know them...than someone she cares about knowing and not saying anything for so long." She winced at the thought of kids. "Unfortunately they might but...that's not on you."

"I should warn you that I act about as well as I tap dance, which is to say I don't. But if you don't care about the quality of the line reading, then I'm happy to do a nicely wooden performance for you. Your call, though, I won't blame you if you pass."

Presley laughed softly at the other's words, appreciating the joke and the comments about her abilities. It was always nice when people were honest about their capacity. "Honestly, I don't mind the quality at all. What I really need is the ability to remember the damn lines that just keep changing." She said, frustration clear in her tone. "But if you have...literally anything better to do I wouldn't blame you."

"I may have accidentally caused a couple to get a divorce today, and I don't know if I should feel guilty or be amused that the dude was so stupid he came to the same shop to buy the exact same outfit for both his wife and his girlfriend." And people said working retail was boring.

Presley glanced over at the other with a quick shake of her head. "I don't think you need to be sorry. It's really not like you could have known. Not until you had all of the information." She said with a shrug. "And if they agreed to be in a monogamous relationship then the wife has every right to know what's going on."

“Not all those who wander are lost,” Sofia spoke softly, glancing up at the other who had just walked into the room. Her chest rose as she took in a long breath, not moving from her spot on the floor. “But you look a little lost there, dear wanderer. What’cha doing?”

She paused sharply hearing a voice and turned to look at the individual sitting on the floor. "I'm looking for a set of headphones that I'm almost positive I left here." She explained, a shrug from her shoulders accentuating her explanation. "You...are sitting on the floor though. Are you lost?"