fandomhigh | How to Be a Really Famous Actor (And Other Acting Tips), Friday, Period 1

"Hey, 'sup guys?" Lucas said to start the class. He was sitting casually on his desk. You know. To appear casual. Standing next to the desk was a guy who looked a lot like Lucas, down to the leather jacket, black shirt, chinstrap beard, and raised eyebrows. He was less attractive and had a scar on his cheek and was a couple inches shorter than Lucas, though. "This is Doug. He's part of my stunt team, so we've known each other for a while. You might even say we have a rapport."

"We have a rapport," Doug said.

"Ha. That's funny, Doug," Lucas said, holding a fist out for some respect knuckles. After Doug gave him a fistbump, Lucas continued. "Nice wordplay. And that's what we're talking about today. If I didn't have to teach you guys stuff, I would have said something back to him like, I don't know, 'I didn't even know there were French rappers.'"

Doug paused, thinking hard about what Lucas just said. "I don't get it," Doug said.

Lucas hopped off the desk, grabbed Doug by the jacket, dragged him to the window, opened it, and defenestrated Doug. Then he closed the window, turned back to the class, and said, "He'll be fine. He's a professional stuntman. He knows his shit."

"So, rapport. You build it up by either being really familiar with somebody else, or just having some instant chemistry, or you're just good at fake liking someone while talking to them. The key to really good banter is to talk really fast. That way even if what you're saying isn't funny, at least it's two people saying things at each other fast enough that something's going to end up being kind of funny. If you're into that kind of thing. Not my cup of java, personally, but that's why I'm an action star."

"So! What you're doing today is pairing up with someone that you think you can banter with. Don't worry about being funny or anything right now. That'll mess you up. Just talk at each other without thinking about what you're going to say. Whatever you do, don't let a pause crop up in the conversation. Because if that happens, you fail at banter. And if you can't even manage to pull off a fast-paced conversation, you're pretty much failing at life."

"Just like Doug," Lucas said, peeking back out the window. "Horrible at living. Great at falling out of windows. Heh. He'll appreciate that. I'm gonna text that to him while you guys start talking."

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Oh! Banter sounded like fun and Caroline was totally ready to find a partner.

Good sleep in her very own bed helped her readiness.

"I think this may be my favorite class this semester," Quinn remarked, turning toward the other blonde. "Mind working together?"

"It's a little early to be my favorite, but at least there's no homework," Caroline replied, feeling agreeable since Quinn appeared to be a good partner choice. "I can't say I've ever seen a teacher throw a student out of the window before, but I have seen the super jocks engage in that sort of behavior. It's kinda hot."

"At my old school it was shoving people in dumpsters and Slushy baptisms in the halls," Quinn said, miming throwing a cup. "I don't know about hot, but it was funny."

Especially when it wasn't you.

"Oh wow, I bet that was really colorful. Were you a slushee or slusher?" Caroline was betting part of the slusher crowd. Or more hoping, really.

"Head cheerleader," Quinn said with a grin. "Totally a slusher. Which side would you have been on?"

"I would be your head cheerleader counterpart," Caroline replied, smirking a little at the coincidence. "And most definitely too busy to drink slushies. I mean, who has time to leave campus, drive all the way to the the store and get back without it ending up on your permanent record because some bored Chem teacher caught you sneaking back in?"

"And then it's pure sugar and chemicals and you vibrate through detention," Quinn added, rolling her eyes a little. "You were captain too, huh? Awesome. Does that mean you have to be my nemesis?"

"We could be frenemies, but that might require me wanting to participate in this 'cheering without a team' thing they have going at this school." Clearly Caroline was above any sport that didn't involve getting to gawk at hot, sweaty boys in uniforms.

"I didn't sign up for that," Quinn said, shaking her head. "They seem like nice girls, but it's not competitive at all. I'd rather work out on my own time."

No hot guys, no chance to be a national champion, no Miss Sylvester ... it hardly counted as cheerleading at all, in Quinn's mind.

"What's sport without competition? A treadmill at least pushes me to do something," Caroline agreed. "Besides, I can stalk and gawk boys elsewhere."

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