[ Richie can feel those stupidly beautiful brown eyes on him and he could swear he's sweating down his back. He feels like he's two steps away from tripping out of the metaphorical "closet" while simultaneously feeling like he's going to pass out from how hard his heart is going at such a prospect.
His voice cracks noticeably as he tries hard to calm down in every way: ]
Yeah.
[ He then clears his throat, staring at his phone as if he could will it to do something. And then it does and he breathes out a "oh thank god" as he takes it and uses that as an excuse to almost throwing himself off the couch. Totally smooth, yep.
It's his agent, though, and he walks into the foyer area asking "yeah what did they say?". And then, just like that, he has something else entirely to worry about: he actually got the part. In his first movie. ]
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His voice cracks noticeably as he tries hard to calm down in every way: ]
Yeah.
[ He then clears his throat, staring at his phone as if he could will it to do something. And then it does and he breathes out a "oh thank god" as he takes it and uses that as an excuse to almost throwing himself off the couch. Totally smooth, yep.
It's his agent, though, and he walks into the foyer area asking "yeah what did they say?". And then, just like that, he has something else entirely to worry about: he actually got the part. In his first movie. ]
...Holy shit. I'm really gonna be in a movie?