#askneilperry

We talked about going on a date, once, but we haven’t gone yet because of everything that’s been going on recently.

HOW WAS THE DATE??? What’s it like dating someone??? Dating a poet? Being a romantic thespian? Love???

How is it???? Tell me everything!!!!

Hahaha, you sound pretty excited anon.

I’d say the date went pretty well! It was nice being away from Welton for a bit with Todd. The cold weather made his face look a little flushed and rosy—it was adorable.

Since it was our first date, we’re still figuring things out. I don’t really know if we can call our status dating yet…but so far, it’s like my world has gotten brighter. Little things can mean a lot when they’re given to you from someone you love.

Todd’s poeticism is one of the reasons I fell for him, actually. The way he crafts his poems makes it seem like he’s speaking another language entirely, and it leaves me in awe. I really need to step up my game if I plan on writing like him someday.

Being a thespian has definitely opened up my eyes to the world of romance in theatre. I still have a lot to learn, but I’m enjoying looking into the classics. Every now and then I like to dramatically read a quote to Todd. It’s usually something like this:

“I, beyond all limit of what else i’ th’ world, do love, prize, honor you.”

…I guess I owe some sort of explanation, don’t I?

At first, I felt invincible, like nothing could bring me down. Despite seeing my father arrive at the theater during the final act, I left with the other poets back to the school dorms. I talked with them and heard their praise, I gave Todd back what he gifted me.

Then my father, who had been looking for me since the play ended, came to the dorms and took me home. I hated having to leave my friends, but I couldn’t tell my father no, not when he was already furious at my behavior.

When we got home, my father scolded me said he was going to pull me out of Welton. I wanted to tell him how much acting meant to me, but I froze up and couldn’t say anything against him. His word was final, and he and my mother went to bed.

*while looking at the postcard*

Woah, yeah, The Palace Theater does remind me of Henley Hall—it’s much bigger, though, obviously. I’d give just about anything to perform on a stage like that someday…I might sound sentimental, but I genuinely think I’d cry if I got the chance.

I’m going to have to thank Stick for this!

Honestly, I’d be pretty crushed if I couldn’t follow through with acting. The way I feel about it, it’s that or nothing at all.

Here’s a manul 

I…don’t really know what to say to this.