Foggy was sitting, leaning back as far as he could with his arms trailing to the floor and legs splayed before him, under the table. They'd been doing this for hours, days really. Well, Alison had been -- she was so keen on doing it, and doing it right. Whereas he was taking a more laid-back approach, and didn't really care what they did, or whether anyone auditioning had resumes or, really, if they could even sing.
But Alison cared, a lot, and so Foggy tried to care too. And he thought he did a pretty good job of it. Mainly he just did as Alison told him, and watched her, and tried not to think about how cute she was when she was concentrating on her notebook and worried her bottom lip with her teeth.
He reached into the box beside him and pulled out the rest of the plays, the ones that they hadn't been through. Glancing through them, there were musicals that even he recognized. "Oh, hey. Gilbert and Sullivan. Aren't they pretty popular? What about this one?"
He held up H.M.S. Pinafore for Alison to seen, and then tossed it onto the table before her. "I think I remember doing part of that one in fourth grade. There are a few more here, too."