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Some jokes were clever. Some were outrageous. Some were so ridiculous that they shouldn't have been funny. Yet somehow they were. More than once, I laughed so hard tears formed in my eyes. The kind of laugh that leaves your stomach hurting. The kind of laugh that makes it difficult to breathe. The kind of laugh I hadn't experienced in years. At one point, I noticed Jack looking at me instead of the stage. "What?" He smiled. "Nothing." "You're not even watching." "I am." "No you're not."

I shook my head and went to sit across Audrey. She was laughing at the quotes on the wall. “These are hilarious,” she said, reading one aloud: ‘I don’t need you to brag about me, I just don’t want you to deny me in front of people. – FART!’ Her laughter burst out, filling the café. I just stared, completely captivated. Every laugh, every sparkle in her eyes, it was contagious. “Here’s another one!” she giggled. ‘What a life! Eggs every single day… eggs, eggs, eggs… Do you know who said that?’ Her eyes gleamed mischievously.

Lucien turned to the crowd, smiling brightly, and began clapping. "Let's give a round of applause to the brilliant scriptwriter and wrong director of today's drama—Mr. Julian Moreau!" He clapped enthusiastically. For a split second, the crowd hesitated. Then— Someone laughed. Someone else clapped. And then the applause spread. Even Seraphina couldn't help it—she covered her mouth, shoulders shaking as laughter slipped out. Arthur Thompson laughed openly, shaking his head. "Julian," he said mildly, "I had no idea you possessed such… artistic talent. You should've kept it hidden."

The community theater group was in practice doing a play without a script, only a series of cues: a Clause, a memory, a gesture. One of the actors remained motionless, palms open. She had forgotten her line. Someone in the wings called out, "Begin where it hurts." She breathed. "It hurt to be forgotten." A voice echoed from the other side of the stage. "So we remembered you in the system." The room froze for a moment. Then someone applauded—not as audience, but witness. --- 9:14 PM — Penthouse, Workroom A fresh printout danced on the table—delivered from an island that had just gone online through solar mesh. A sketch of Clause Fourteen: Labor is not weight. It is tie.

“It’s fine.” I let out a groan and lean back slightly. “Goddamn it, why is it always the quiet ones?” Behind me, Nathan lets out a snort and Mason chuckles under his breath, both of them far too amused for my liking. “What’s so funny?” she asks, glancing between them with a furrowed brow. “Oh, nothing,” Mason says with a grin, “just that Theo here has a bit of a reputation. Finds pain… motivational.” Nathan hums his agreement. “Some guys get squeamish. Theo gets excited.”

SO THEY’RE WALKING AROUND IN NO UNDERWEAR? THAT MEANS I CAN SEE THROUGH THEIR MINI SKIRTS??? OH BOYYYYY, IS THIS A BLESSING IN DESGUISE OR WHAT! Just imagine all the naked bu… *Theo!! This isn’t part of your script! Get back to the real-world idiot! * “Yes author! Gosh you’re no fun…" *Keep talking and I’ll soo get you off my set. Now GET! * >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Back to reality<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

After Jessica recovered, she smiled, "Who knew he had it in him to crack funny jokes, Mr. Hemsworth?" He arched a brow up and replied teasingly, "Who said I was joking, though?" Jessica smiled and shook her head, "Oh My, It has been a long time since I laughed that hard. Thank you for that." Mr. Hemsworth nodded in response, patting her shoulders, "We all need some good laughs even in the midst of dire situations; laughter, they say, is medicine for the soul." "You are right," Jessica responded as she glanced at her wristwatch, "now I better get going. I have a husband to take care of and a speech to prepare," she added in high spirits.

I grabbed Arthur’s arm. I had to wait a moment until some of the catering staff went back to the kitchen. My palm tingled with how good it felt, resting on top of the soft material of Arthur’s expensive suit jacket. When there was no staff close by, I said. “I don’t get it. How did you manage that so smoothly?” “I’m great with people. I have amazing acting skills,” Arthur said. “Oh?” Arthur continued solemnly. “You know what Shakespeare said, ‘All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players’.”

It seemed like he heard everything I was saying in my head, cause he smiled widely and shook his head. "I know." He said. "I know." He said again, and bent down to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Break a leg." "I wish everyone would stop telling me that." "In theatre it means 'Good luck.' He chuckled. "I know. But the first person who told me that was literally telling me to break my legs." I said. "Awwnn...who could say that to a little pigeon like you." He said, and I rolled my eyes. "I'm no pigeon." I said and he laughed.

"Mr. D, I don't like cliffhangers. So spit it out," I urge him. I always know that there's always a sense to what he says behind his weirdness. "Jessica, in Merchant of Venice, says that love is blind and lovers cannot see. But I'd still say it's stupid." I laugh. Mr. D is indeed versatile. Aside from his immense knowledge about art and technology, I realize he's also well-versed in literature. Thus, the famous Shakespeare's quote.