Luke
"Luke!" Mr. Angelo's loud voice traveled down my ears, and the next thing I saw was his bulky body rushing towards us. "Get him backstage, quick!" He looked like he could have developed hypertension if I hadn't managed to arrive on time.
Lydia, and the lady, whom I hadn't gotten a name, gently pulled me to where Mr. Angelo had pointed, and before I knew it, I was swapped with different people. Some were taking my measurements, this and that, and even some were pulling my hair into a very ridiculous hairstyle.
Their hands on me were the most annoying thing I've ever felt. It was as if I was being swamped and reformed. I couldn't even recognize myself in the mirror before me. Worst thing, Fuzzy Gray was laughing at me!
"If you act unaware of all this, I wouldn't blame you, you know." I gritted my teeth, but he continued making jokes.
