Ruth's shoulders slump.
"I just wish I had the wit to give some good comebacks at Max like you do...maybe you can give me tips? I mean, usually I just run away but sometimes.." she shrugs.
Ruth's shoulders slump.
"I just wish I had the wit to give some good comebacks at Max like you do...maybe you can give me tips? I mean, usually I just run away but sometimes.." she shrugs.
"You really think so? Nobody's ever told me that before...they always call me a hot mess. Even my so-called friends tell me I look funny."
She taps the side of her headgear.
"And this stupid thing? Don't even get me started..."
"You really think so? Nobody's ever told me that before...they always call me a hot mess. Even my so-called friends tell me I look funny."
She taps the side of her headgear.
"And this stupid thing? Don't even get me started..."
"And man do you pull off that look..I wish I could pull off that aesthetic."
She stretches her arms out.
"But all I have are clothes like this! And-and this HAIR!"
She slumps her shoulders.
"How do you do it?"
"And man do you pull off that look..I wish I could pull off that aesthetic."
She stretches her arms out.
"But all I have are clothes like this! And-and this HAIR!"
She slumps her shoulders.
"How do you do it?"
"I'll go with you to the game. We'll show him."
"I'll go with you to the game. We'll show him."
"You know what? You're totally right. Max is just one big bully who calls everyone he doesn't like a loser."
She stands up a bit straighter and huffs.
"And what's wrong with being a gay emo anyway?"
The faint smile on her face curls into a mischievous+
"You know what? You're totally right. Max is just one big bully who calls everyone he doesn't like a loser."
She stands up a bit straighter and huffs.
"And what's wrong with being a gay emo anyway?"
The faint smile on her face curls into a mischievous+
Ruth yells, fake anger in her voice.
"I'm gonna get you now!"
She gathers some snow and forms a tight ball and gets ready to throw it when it drops from her hand.
Ruth yells, fake anger in her voice.
"I'm gonna get you now!"
She gathers some snow and forms a tight ball and gets ready to throw it when it drops from her hand.
"Wait, you want me to go with you? I don't want to drag you down with me..."
Ruth averts her gaze, looking forlorn and sad.
"I'm a loser. And you're not."
"Wait, you want me to go with you? I don't want to drag you down with me..."
Ruth averts her gaze, looking forlorn and sad.
"I'm a loser. And you're not."
Ruth sighs and looks at the ground, shuffling around sadly.
"I've always wanted to but...the popular kids always make fun of me when I try to go."
Ruth sighs and looks at the ground, shuffling around sadly.
"I've always wanted to but...the popular kids always make fun of me when I try to go."
"You better not try anything!"
"You better not try anything!"
"RUTH ONE RICHIE ZERO!"
"RUTH ONE RICHIE ZERO!"
She looks coyly at him.
"But...yeah. To be seen is to be known or whatever..."
She looks coyly at him.
"But...yeah. To be seen is to be known or whatever..."
"HEY! Ooo when I get you-"
She bends down and forms a snowball.
"Catch THIS!" she yells as she throws the ball at Richie.
"HEY! Ooo when I get you-"
She bends down and forms a snowball.
"Catch THIS!" she yells as she throws the ball at Richie.
She puts her hand over her chest.
"But uhm-" she clears her throat and lets her arms fall to her sides.
"Right, right. Uhm, talent. Yes."
She looks into the distance and sighs.
"Yeah, I wish people saw me beyond this flesh prison, too.."
She puts her hand over her chest.
"But uhm-" she clears her throat and lets her arms fall to her sides.
"Right, right. Uhm, talent. Yes."
She looks into the distance and sighs.
"Yeah, I wish people saw me beyond this flesh prison, too.."
Ruth giggles.
"I overheard the director saying you left an impression but they went with Trevor anyway.."
She rolls her eyes.
"Favoritism..." she grumbles under her breath.
"So you liked the lighting, huh?" Ruth giggles again, unable to contain herself.
Ruth giggles.
"I overheard the director saying you left an impression but they went with Trevor anyway.."
She rolls her eyes.
"Favoritism..." she grumbles under her breath.
"So you liked the lighting, huh?" Ruth giggles again, unable to contain herself.
"Uhm, can I help you?" she asks sheepishly. "D-do I have something in my hair?"
"Uhm, can I help you?" she asks sheepishly. "D-do I have something in my hair?"
MUSICALS ARE LIFE
MUSICALS ARE LIFE