Someone is dying.
Someone is addicted to drugs.
Someone else is heartbroken.
Enraged at a lover's betrayal.
All poorly acted by students in the hostel courtyard.
A brash instructor watches their scenes. Cuts them off if wrong, inadequate, or underwhelming emotion is displayed.
The guys can't cry on stage.
When the guys can't cry, the drama instructor makes them do push-ups.
This man is going to get his tears.
It is impossible to sleep in the room with all of this going on outside in the courtyard.
But this is a beautiful room. Open air window. Here, many buildings are built this way. Without screens. High ceilings. Windows left open. There's a creek outside. You could never ask for better white noise.
Still, on with pants and t-shirt. Time to watch the acting class.
The courtyard makes a nice place to watch the class. Open air, big birch chairs.
It's a good show. On many levels.
I can sleep late tomorrow.
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