In the backstage of the Talent & Balance Theater the tall, half-orcy guy is working hard. Sitting in front of a desk with a lot of papers in disarray on it, holding a quill in his hand, Alex occasionally stands up, walks on the stage, runs up and down on it while moving his hands theatrically and singing verses. Then he will step down of the stage and will move through various spots where the audience normally -in the event of a show- sit and he will check the different viewing angles. Sometimes he grabs his big drum to play some rhythm and sing. Then he will return to the desk and write things down.
He has been there all morning, as he was the day before and the one before that. By now his work is almost finished, the first draft at least. His eyes fall on the first page where he has written, with big bold bright red letters, the title of the play:
The Music-hater Beating Hero (The Muhabehe)
He has been there all morning, as he was the day before and the one before that. By now his work is almost finished, the first draft at least. His eyes fall on the first page where he has written, with big bold bright red letters, the title of the play:
The Music-hater Beating Hero (The Muhabehe)

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