VOLUNTEER 07 rushes in late, thank goodness there's already coffee here.
Alex's phone died in the night. Which, to his knowledge, was a feat he'd never pulled off himself. What it did mean, though, was that he woke up long after the sun was peeking over the trees. Which in turn meant, when he'd plugged said phone in and saw the time, that he was late. Not disastrously late, but late accounting for the fact that he needed to shower and then walk into town. Leaving his phone, he quickly got ready, shoved his Walkman in his pocket, and pounded the pavement into Repose with Blondie's Heart of Glass chasing his steps.
Rehearsal was already underway when he arrived at the Community Center, but the lines and songs were indistinct under his own music. It was cool, he told himself, he knew what he needed to do anyway. Grabbing (god bless Ren) a quick cup of coffee and stuffing half a glazed doughnut into his mouth, he slunk around to the backdrops, picking up his paint and brushes. He was, he'd found, an absolute disaster at trying to build anything, but pretty good at the painting part. And there was plenty of it to keep him busy.
See? He could blend. It was like he'd been here the whole time, right? And he could stay late to make up for it if he needed to, anyway. He had a late shift at the shop. Humming along quietly to Call Me, he swallowed down the rest of his doughnut, chased it with some too-sweet black coffee, and got to work.