What time was it...? Over and over Anxo struggled to keep his focus, squinting at the watch on his wrist every so often as he moved about the stage. His normally enthusiastic antics had waned significantly the later the time ticked by. While normally he'd be more than happy to stay late after rehearsals to clean and prep the stage for tomorrow, there just wasn't enough hours in the day to stay his extended shift. Rehearsal had already gone far past it's normal time, and he wouldn't deny that he loved watching the dancers perform over and over, their steps beautiful and calculated, moving with grace that he could only dream of having, but holy crap tonight seemed to be dragging on forever! What was supposed to be a four hour session slipped into six, and the time pushed passed 11 PM with every tick.

As he began to fiddle with the lighting panel, making sure the programmed timers were still set for the next time they were at practice, Anxo tried to do some math in his head. After this, he would patrol. No, he'd go home, eat something real quick, maybe a donut or three, THEN patrol. Maybe he could do his homework during then too. Yes, if he took a few breaks while he was patrolling, then he could squeeze in a few problems, maybe even finish it before it was done. Patrolling would be until sunrise, which the news said it was about at 6:45 AM today... That put him at about an hour or so of sleep until his 8 AM class... Not too bad, considering that last night was only about three fifteen minute naps throughout the day. He could do this, he sure he was able to...

And yet, when it came to right now, to the moment where he was standing there, listening to the low murmur of the crew and dancers chatting it up with one another, how could he not find a nice comfort in this...? Soon enough even that was drowned out, and his eyes slipped closed. Just one moment wouldn't hurt, right? Just... One... Moment....

"OI ANXO! Quit leaning on the lights!" The stage manager shout startled Anxo back to the world of the living, where he realized his elbow had been pressed on the strobe light function. As fun as a sudden disco party was, and indeed it was sudden as some of the straggling dancers began to bust a move on stage, he shouldn't have started dozing off. Switching the lights off and hearing an audible groan from some of the dancers, the exhausted young man pushed away from the panel and began to head down the steps of the stage. He caught himself as his steps became more of a stumble and he nearly face planted. But he was fine. Just fine, and he turned to give the dancers' a thumbs up.

"No worries! Everything is fine!" He called, finding that it took way more strength than he thought thought it should have. They didn't have to worry about it, though. They were all leaving, and so was he. Maybe not to sleep, but... He'd be right out of their hair in no time at all.

Syrie
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