Creating relationship is the heart of acting. It is basic. It is essential. (Michael Shurtleff)

I went to class most days. I studied diligently so I could graduate in June, a year before my time. I tried to keep the fact that I was in high school under wraps but then one morning I wanted to study by the pool. People slept until noon, it seemed safe enough, but then Nick came out to review his lines for an upcoming audition in the chair beside me.

“Studying?”

Well, I was busted.

“I didn’t know you were in college,” he added as he settled in.

I revoked my previous thought.

“What’re ya taking?”

“Drugs,” I kidded.

He laughed without pressing me any further, which was a relief.

I guess I should have asked him what bit part he was auditioning for this time. I guess I should have commented on the weather or the heat, but I just couldn’t be bothered with small talk, ever.

“How’s your day going?”

“It’s 9:30, not a lot has happened one way or another.”

“Yeah, guess so.”

I started reading again.

“Where ya from?”

I didn’t look up and tried not to stop reading as I replied, “Philly.”

“Right on! Brotherly love.”