"...So...how many of the girls you drag back here like looking up at me from your bed?" Mihael asked.

Clearing his throat, Nate rolled back on to his back and glared up at his ceiling. "I could never afford to go to one of your shows."

"No?" Mihael blinked. "With your setup, I thought it'd be easy. You have some outstanding debts or somethings?"

Mihael sighed and laid back- lacing his fingers behind his head again.

"I know how it is." He sighed. "Studio fees, fast-lane lifestyle...then with all the illegal downloading, I might not see a dime."

He sighed again and closed his eyes. He had really deep blue eyes- Nate noticed -but they were planning on lightening them with CG during post production.

After a few moments of silence the teenager gave a small sigh. "...For the record, I bought your CDs."

"Thanks." Mihael smiled. "I'll sign one of them if you like."

"Why would I need your autograph?" Nate asked, lifting an eyebrow. "We're co-stars."

"Right." Mihael laughed. "But after filming we're taking off back to our lives."

"Right... our lives..." Nate said, giving the other a frown.

Mihael blinked.

"...What'd I say?" He asked.

"Nothing. Uh... were we going to practice?" Nate asked, changing the subject.

"Huh?" Mihael blinked. "Oh...uhh...do you have a script onhand?"

"...You haven't memorized your lines?" Nate asked, lifting an eyebrow in the blonde's direction.

"You only remember things really well when they're fresh in your head." Mihael sighed. "So I only read for the scene like a half hour before shooting."

"Funny, I remember mine perfectly," Nate sighed. "And most of yours, actually... lets see here... blah blah blah, Near I hate you but I seriously want to fuck you, ect, ect..."

Mihael burst into laughter.

"I know the fanbase is screaming at us about stuff like that!" Mihael laughed. "I can't believe you just said that though!"

The younger teenager scoffed at him. "Are you serious!? You can't TELL!?"