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Just then, Nell and Drake entered The Institute’s theatre. They smiled at their instructor as they took a seat near the front of the auditorium. He sneered at them as he rushed down from the stage.
“Where have you two been?!” Telven shouted. “I’ve been worried sick. Thought that you might have been carried off by a bonder searcher a week before our performance!”
“Oh, that would have been awful,” Nell laughed.
“That would have been so horrible!” Drake added.
“All right, you two. You think you’re funny, huh? Well, do the lines and see if I laugh!” Telven shouted.
Drake shook his head and whispered to Nell, “I wonder what clawed up his butt.”
“Action!” Telven shouted.
Drake knelt to Nell and took her hand, “Viva, love…”
“Stop!” Telven shouted.
Drake turned his gaze to the director and rolled his eyes, “What is it, Telven? What did we do wrong this time?”
Telven gave him a fierce stare, “Drake, what do you think you’re doing? I didn’t have you kneeling in the opening scene.”
“Sir, Ms. Diara put that in while you were away,” Drake sighed. “I think it works well.”
“I do too, sir,” Nell sighed.
“I’m a sir now, huh?” Telven sighed. “Well, if you guys think it works, I told you to improvise blocking to start with so I guess if you find something that works.”
“Viva, love,” Drake started again, only to be stopped by a loud crash.
“Raven!” Telven exclaimed.
“I’m sorry, Tel,” Raven sighed. “It’s just that there’s a dragon outside the window.”
“Go out there and ask him what he wants,” Telven sighed. “We’re busy.”
Raven shook her head, “Doesn’t even have time for a Dragoneer,” Raven muttered as she walked out to where the dragon waited.
“All right, let’s start again,” Telven said as Drake began to stand up and had to go right back to where he had been.
“Viva, love,” Drake started, pausing, waiting for an interruption, “you make my heart…”
“He wants us!” Raven exclaimed, rushing back into the theatre. “All of us!”
“You mean it?!” Drake exclaimed, leaping from his kneeling position.
“Really?!” Nell exclaimed.
“Everyone?!” Meteor cried.
“No one is going anywhere!” Telven yelled.
“He wants you, too, Telven,” Raven sighed. “If you can find the time to pull yourself away from all of this.”
Telven shook his head, “I guess they’ll have to find another theatre department.”
Drake and Nell laughed. With all of them gone, Caren was the only one left in the theatre department. He was a High Level student, maybe they’d just make him the teacher. Everyone walked out to meet the young dragon and his Dragoneer.
“Hello, young Alskyrans,” The Dragoneer said
"Young? I'm thirty, and there's nothing young about that!" Telven exclaimed.
"Of course not," The Dragoneer laughed, "but you're still younger than I am."
"What is it you want?" Telven growled. "We're in the middle of rehersal!"
"Well, than I won't be long," The Dragoneer sighed. "I'm from The Healing Den, and I'm on search for proper bonders for their cross gender clutch."
"Cross gender?" Drake asked, swallowing a lump that had developed in his throat.
"Yes, the flight was all dragons who had oppisite gender riders," The Dragoneer sighed.
"Homos, in other words," Telven growled.
"My, my, sir. Being in the dramatics profession, I would think you would have more respect for people of that devation," The Dragoneer sighed.
Drake nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, "Yeah, Tel, what's wrong with...those kind of people?"
"It's just not right, I tell you. It's just not right," Telven sighed, shaking his head.
"Well, never mind about that," Raven said, quickly changing the subject. "What were you saying about proper bonders?"
"Well, we need bonders, and I think that all of you will work wonders," The Dragoneer sighed. "So, if you don't mind, will you join me on my way back to The Healing Den?"
"Yeah!" Drake, Nell, Raven, and Meteor shouted as Telven starred at them.
"But we have rehersal!" Telven exclaimed.
"We can finish it when we get back, Telven," Drake sighed.
"All right," Telven nodded. "I'll go."

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