Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2018 21:40:55 -0500 From: Armando F Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother part 16 Disclaimer – This story is a work of fiction, and depicts incestual sexual action between teen boys. If you are uncomfortable with that, or live in a community where that material is forbidden, please stop reading. Don't forget, Nifty is a great resource, so please donate! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Please leave any comments or critiques at army.mando9@gmail.com, I appreciate and value any and all input from you all! Chapter 16 – The Baseball Player and the Rat. HE SAID IT! HE SAID THE B WORD! I'M HIS BOY... AHHH. I CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF! If I had a diary, there would no ink leftover for all the damn internal screaming I was having. I didn't think he had it in him to call me his boyfriend, yet here we fucking are. I should calm down, but I can't! It's just a word, yet look at me. Armando, the nerd who could detail the 40 year (and time travel) history of the X-men, who could spend hours debating how Stars Wars was better than Trek, who would rather play games than go out, has the hottest, funniest, bestest (Can I use that word ironically?) boyfriend in the whole damn galaxy, either new or far far away! 2 weeks have passed since Kiss-gate (my nickname for the little incident with Harry ... I'm fine with it now, but gotta stay vigilant!), but I can say without a doubt that my life is pure bliss. Everyone has noticed that I can't stop smiling. Mom thought I was happy about having a new friend, always asking about Harry. Harry asked if I was seeing someone and not telling him, then was jealous about it. Ben knew why, but he would never admit that he said the words "boyfriend." He's too weird about stuff like that, but the little slip would make Freud proud and aroused! Due to school and Mom, we haven't had a lot of moments together to really share together. A make out session here, swapping blow jobs there, occasionally can find the time to make love. Like that time Mom went to work early before we left for class. Ben kept teasing me, walking around naked, unable to "find" his clothes for the day, till I finally just gave in to temptation. He knows how to press my buttons, which I both love and hate. We went from me arguing with him about being late to school to me pressed face down into his bed while he just slowly enjoyed fucking me. He took his sweet fucking time though, since we were well into 2nd period by the time we made it to class. Sadly, our free time is only going to get worse. Ben has serious baseball practice starting up, and our first big school theater production was entering auditions and rehearsals. Mr. Reese finally picked out the stuff we were going to do for the year, which was either some melodramatic play about the Challenger space shuttle crash (Gross) or Mr. Herman's, the other theater teacher, stage production of Charlotte's Web for the local elementary schools (Sounds way more my speed. Fun, unique, and might actually get a good part). After he revealed the shows, Harry came up to us. "So which are you going to do?" Ben leaned his chair back, "I don't know. The pig play sounds like it would be more fun to do sets for. I assume it'll be a barn, some fences, some hay, and maybe some other farm shit. That's my wheelhouse!" "We know, you're a back-water hick, Ben." I smiled to him, and turned back to Harry. "I was for sure gonna audition for Charlotte's. Seems way more fun. I'm sure the seniors are all gunning for the Shuttle Explosion one, tons of crying in that one." "Agreed. I'll audition for the kid's play too, it sounds way more enjoyable." "Weren't you gonna work the sound booth?" I asked, curious. "Yeah, but I wanna try my hands at acting too, you know? Challenge myself and all that." We all sat down and combed through some actor guides and monologue books. Harry wasn't sure what he wanted to do, while Ben said his audition will just be hammering a nail into a 2x4 till he's added onto the crew. But he agreed to help me with my monologues, so there's that. "Would you mind if I came over after school to help with my auditions too? I would ask Riley, but you know her..." We do. While she's still nice to Ben everytime she bumps into him, she's begrudgingly cordial to both her brother and myself. Ben, to my surprise, is very nice to her back, apparently they sit together in their shared classes and talk a lot. Maybe he's humoring her because she knows the truth, but I don't think that's it. Maybe he's happy to have a friend who doesn't want to get into his pants, since both Harry and I are guilty of that sin. She's stopped badly flirting with him, thankfully. Harry, on the other hand... Even after being turned down, he still keeps up the flirting, the thinly veiled innuendo. Maybe this is how Stockholm Syndrome starts, you annoy your captive prey into submission, haha. But I think he does it for fun, since he never follows through. Ben sometimes surprises him by playing "Gay Chicken," taking whatever awful flirt or sexual pun Harry said, and escalating it till Harry is stammering and unsure what to do. Beat him at his own game! Harry agreed to ride home with us, and flipped through some books for good audition worthy pieces. I was a little bummed I couldn't get a little alone time with my brother. I hate when I don't get the chance to kiss him and snuggle with him, or mess around. But oh well, we still got the evening. Usually before we sleep, we spend that time just relaxing together in the same bed, talking or watching TV together or listening to a new album Ben picked up. It's the best, since it's when our relationship feels at its most natural. While I love the passion, the sex, the excitement, it's the low-key moments we share that I live for. If he's messing around in Grand Theft Auto while I'm curled up next to him, watching and giggling along to his commentary about running over hookers or dick-punching cops. He always tries to be funny and make me laugh. It's what I crave, the effort he makes to make me happy in small ways. No grand gestures, just the small bits that add up. The school bell rings and we start filing out, Harry and Ben chatting about some upcoming concert they planned on going to. "Army, would you want to come with?" Ben turned back to me as he got out his car keys. "Come on, man, it won't be as fun without you." Harry gave me his biggest fakest puppy dog eyes. "What band was it? What time? Where?" I lost track because I wasn't paying attention. I normally am never invited to these kinds of things. Ben filled me in on the details while we all got into his truck. Looks like some pop-punk or hardcore show at an old shipping warehouse they converted into a venue. It sounds fun, though. Not really my thing, what with the moshing and loud music, but fuck it, 2 of my best friends will be there, so why not, right? Got to expand my horizons. Better learn how to... mosh? "Mosh-ercise?" Is that a thing? Already out of my element... We finally made it home, and parked next to Mom's car. Guess she's home. "Hey guys! Oh, this must be Harry, right?" She came to the door to greet us, and gave Harry a big hug. "Nice to meet you! The boys have been talking about you non-stop!" "Hopefully it's good things," Harry smirked at us. "We're gonna be in our room working on some homework, okay Ma?" "Okay! I'll pick up some take-out later. Do you like Chinese, Harry?" "Yeah, that sounds really good! Thanks,Mrs...?" Harry was unsure how to address her. "Ha, just call me Renee. Makes me sound younger." She smiled and went back to washing dishes. Ben and I grabbed some spare chairs as we made our way to our bedroom, and set our little group homework session up, while Harry peeked around smallish room. The size comparisons between his and ours is kind of sad... He could fit our whole room, our closet, and some of our hallway into his room, and he's just one guy. Sometimes my jealousy hits at the wrong time for the dumbest reasons. I liked how small our room was, since it was more... cozy and intimate with Ben, but still, I'd like to walk around our room without having to bump into my brother in some way. "Nice game collection," Harry muttered, mostly to himself. "Oh, Mario Party! Can we play later?" We looked at each other and laughed. "Sorry, Harry, Army can't play Mario Party with me anymore. He gave me a bloody nose last time we played like 3 years ago." "Because you fucking cheated, you bastard!" I snapped at him. "I won fair and square, you got pissed and threw a controller because you are sore loser, haha!" Ben rubbed his nose, the phantom pain of the N64 controller flying into his nostrils still vivid. I mean, he was right, I am a sore loser, and I did throw it at him out of spite, but you'll never hear me say that. I'll call him a cheater till the day I die of bitter old age. "Boys, boys, we get it, you are both awful to each other, haha." Harry tried to switch gears before we wasted the whole night faux-arguing. "Can we get started on getting this auditions set?" Harry and I started to pour through books, looking for some good monologues that'll highlight our talents. I ended up going with a great excerpt from a comedic autobiography from a gay essayist with a lisp that was super fucking funny, while Harry picked up some hysterical rambling lecture from a Shakespeare parody. Ben, on the other hand, was clipping his nails and watching us, offering notes when he wasn't napping. We did another run through, making sure we had our lines down, when Mom knocked on our door and brought us a few boxes of some fried rice and orange chicken. Break time! "Thanks, Ma!" Ben woke up again to start chowing down without hesitation, while Harry and I broke apart our chopsticks and got some napkins. Sometimes I forget that he can be a messy fool. Take the boy of the country, but you can't take the country out of the boy... But I love him for it, he's my sexy country boy! Roll around in some hay, wearing only an open flannel shirt and some briefs, maybe a hat and some boots... Oh not this fantasy again. Think of something else before you get hard and have to awkwardly sit and shift the front of your jeans... Umm... Think of something not sexy! Baseball! Wooden bats, balls, Ben in his tight baseball pants... Damn it, Ben! The rest of the night passed by pretty fast, after we practiced our auditions to each other a few more times, till Harry asked to be dropped off since it was getting late. Heading out, Mom gave us a hug and went to bed. We hopped back into the truck, and made our way over to Harry's place. "Thanks guys, I really appreciate the help!" Harry leaned into the middle of the front seat, between us. "Would have been annoying doing that by myself." "You helped me too, don't forget!" I smiled at him. "Too bad Ben can just wink and smile and get any part he wanted." "Hey! I resent that! I work hard on my looks." Ben faked an angry face. Harry and I both rolled our eyes and scoffed at him. Bitch could probably get every part in the play, plus our director's job, plus everyone on the class on their knees to service him. And he knows he could, too. "What? Leave me alone, don't be jealous! Haha!" Ben laughed as we pulled up to the house. We followed Harry out, just in case his parents wanted to meet us, but apparently no one was home. "Where's Riley?" Ben asked. "She sometimes takes extra art stuff at the college. She says she wants to `expand her style,' but I honestly think it's so she can draw hot naked guys. I mean, I can't blame her..." Harry unlocked his front door and started to walk in. "But hey, there's only one guy I wanna stare at naked." He winked at my brother, which made me laugh. Still going at it... "Nah, you gotta pay to see my goods." " I got 20 bucks in my pocket right now." Harry responded without hesitation. I couldn't tell if he was joking or not... "Ha, I'm not turning tricks for money... Well, maybe I should, haha. 20 bucks is still too cheap for me, maybe Army could be persuaded to flash his dick for 20?" He nudged me, giggling to himself. Harry smirked, "Maybe, once Army goes through puberty and actually grows to the size of an adult!" "Fuck off, you're only 3 inches taller!" "3 inches is all it takes, pal! Night guys!" Harry gave us both a hug and bid us farewell. Damn it! Cut me off before I could zing him back. Ben gets the truck started back up and we head back home. I stare out the window as Ben snakes his hand onto my thigh. "So what did you wanna do when we get back home?" His voice was a little hushed, breathy even... I love how he switches from his big bravado joke voice to this secret one when he wants to be intimate. It's like a whole different side of him, and it drives me wild. Maybe it's because it's a secret, maybe it's because its him. Who knows? "No idea, maybe take my clothes off for 20 bucks and turn some illusions or whatever, like you said." I crossed my arms, faking offense. "Awww... You know I was kidding. Also, illusions? Haha, dork. Tricks are what whores do for money, not illusions." He gave my thigh a comforting squeeze. "Nope, I'm going to go be a ho now! Find me a sugar daddy, get some ugly wigs, wear really bright make up." I loved painting this weird ass picture of me as some gold digger. Or a drag queen, same thing. "I think you are describing being a clown... I mean, you are almost there!" He gave me a big smile. "Sorry, but you are my sexy clown only anyway... " "They all float down here!" I said with a menacing voice, trying not to laugh at myself. "Ha, okay IT You better not be looking for any sugar daddies though... You already got a sugar big bro!" We made it home, and the second Ben put the truck in park, leaned over and gave me a kiss. I love this douchebag. I kissed back, my tongue seeking it's target, intertwined with his, my right hand brushing into his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into our locked lips. It drives me crazy how much I love kissing him. He's so warm, so sweet, yet a little feral, a tad bit too eager. It was amazing. "Hey, wanna do something a little crazy?" He looked at me, giving me the biggest grin. "Depends..." Instead of telling me, Ben sneaks out of his truck and motions me to follow. We silently close the turck doors and I tail him to the back. He hops up and lays down in the bed of truck, and I join him. He grabs me and pulls me close again, our make out session restarted, renewed with reawakened vigor, reacting to the view of looking up and seeing the night sky. We lay, side by side, his scruffy face scratching as his mouth plants more light kisses on my neck. I hesitate and brace myself when we hear a branch break nearby, but Ben peeks, and sees nothing. "This is a bad idea, Ben!" I whisper in his ear, as I feel his hands snake under my shirt to feel my stomach and chest. "That's what makes it great! Enjoy it!" "But... what if... mom..." I stutter in response. "Can you not bring up mom while I'm trying to get into your pants? Makes me feel weird, haha." He shushes me again, and I feel the button on my pants get undone. Damn it, Ben! I give in. I doubt I'll last long enough for it to matter anyway, if I recall our little supply closet encounter. Ben gives me another kiss on the lips as he pulls down my underwear. "Just... Don't moan too loud, dork." "You are over-estimating you're abilit- Gah... F-fuck..." I try to snipe back, but I bite my own lips to stop the wave of pleasure from hijacking my vocal cords to scream curses into the overlooking moon. Ben's mouth, so warm and soft, found it target. I feel his tongue run along my head, his wet lips slipping over and over, and wow. Just wow, I guess he's been picking up on what I've been doing to him, because fucking hell, he's gotten very good at this. My hand combs through his hair, inadvertently pushing him further and further down, eager to feel the heat of his throat on my cock. A little gagging noise stops from committing fully though, but I smile to myself, enjoying the brief flash of power I have over my big brother. A little dominance goes a long way, haha. It's odd seeing the sky and hearing the city life as I lay here. I have this large tingling sensation in my head that I'm gonna hear mom shout in the distance and catch us. Like a sexy Spider-Sense. But I have faith in my brother, and I trust his senses. I keep biting my lip, trying my best to keep the passion under lock and key, but damn, it's hard. I keep getting closer and closer, the light sucking noises mixing in with the sounds of distant traffic. With his left hand, Ben strokes my hard dick as he massages the head with his tongue, while his right hand plays with my balls. He knows that's like one of my main spots. The guy is perceptive as fuck when it comes to what parts of my body get me going. Both my hands are now on his head, keeping him going as I feel the climax rapidly approaching. I clench my eyes shut, trying to keep breathing light, but it's useless. Ben takes me to the plateau, then shoves me off it, as I fight back the moans and try to whisper fucks into the sky. My hips buck against his face, as I shoot load after precious load of cum into his mouth. Holy holy holy hell. Relaxing and laying back, my head enjoys the feel of the cold steel beneath us. Maybe this was a good idea. Maybe if this was a more private and serene location, without the huge fucking risk of getting caught, we could do something more. I feel Ben finally part ways with my still sensitive dick, and his lips again meet mine, and I feel the wetness of his scruffy face again brush against mine as we kiss. My tongue seeks solace with his, and is met with a very hot and gooey gift. I sputter it out for a second, instictively. Damn it, Ben, stop savoring my cum so much. He swaps it with me for a few moments, eager to share in his handiwork. "You... ah... should... you should... warn a guy if you're..." I try to say, still panting. "Ha, and ruin the surprise? Nah. What's a little shared cum between brothers." He kisses me again, giggling to himself. Ever the joker, my brother. All he needs is green hair and a nice purple suit... Hmm, fantasy idea for later. "Come on... Let's... get back in before mom wonders..." "Fine. You owe me, though." "Yeah, sure, fine, come on." I grab my brothers hand, and try to rush us out of the back of his truck, but he stops me. "You may wanna... you know... put your lil' Mando away there, bud." Ben laughed at me as I redid my underwear and pants. Fucker, he's the one who undid it! We sneak back inside, and find Mom lazily browsing the tv guide, oblivious to everything. Oh thank the heavens. "Hey guys!" Mom said, not even wasting her time looking up. "Hey Ma/Mom." We respond, eager to flee to the safety of our room. "Did y'all finish your homework?" "Yep/Yes ma'am!" "Good! And good luck on your auditions tomorrow, honey." She finally looked up and gave us a big smile. "Break a leg!" We finally find the safe sanctuary of his bed, and I finally relax, curled up next to my brother while he browses his phone. Crisis averted! "So what did you want to do tomorrow?" I ask, eager to figure out what I owe my brother. "Well, I got practice tomorrow after school. Did you want to stick around for that? Or maybe catch a ride to Harry's and I'll pick you up after. Up to you." "Hmm... Hang around Harry, or watch you get all hot and sweaty in sexy baseball pants." I ponder out-loud, my face resting against Ben's underarm, basking in the mix of his deodorant and pleasant musky scent. "Ha, they aren't that sexy." "Ben, you could wear a potato sack and make it the hit of the season, don't even." "It'll be hot and boring, though. Just warning ya'." Ben jokes with me, putting his phone down and leans in close. "Now, what's say we finish what I started..." . . . . . The alarm goes off, and we start our morning shuffle. I start my shower first, while Ben brushes his teeth and gets his clothes ready. I like to keep the curtain open so I can watch him. The guy is so distracting doing... anything. Brushing his teeth could be a damn turn on. And I think he's realized that I liked watching him piss in the morning, because he always seems to wait around till he can show off. I don't know why I find it so damn hot, but I love it. And being able to see it all, rather than just listening through closed doors, is the hottest fucking thing. The way he closes his eyes, grips his dick whether soft or cursed with with the last vestiges of morning wood, pulls back his foreskin, and just... let's go. I know, I know, it's really fucking weird, but damn. The way he sighs, the heavy sound of piss hitting water, the way he shakes it a little when he's done, and he smirks at me as he puts his cock away... The way he smirks when he's finished, like he knows I just mentally orgasmed over what I just experienced. Must be a fucking compliment to his self esteem. We finally get ready with minimal funny business (I gave his soft cock a nice grope as he was putting on his briefs, and he grabbed my ass and said he wishes he hadn't already had breakfast., otherwise he'd "feast") and drive off to school. The rest of the day passed pretty nicely. Harry and I talked over our excitement for auditions. I was so damn nervous, I've never done this in a real (well, high school, but still) setting. But Harry and Ben believed in me, and I knew I would do good. We finally got to our last class, and I could hear my nerves pulse through my gut and my heart. Damn damn damn! "Alrighty, everyone. If you're doing Charlotte's Web auditions, they'll be on the main stage upstairs. Everyone else, head into my classroom!" Mr. Reese called out. Harry, Ben, and I went upside to the main stage. Ben yawned and looked bored, but I was a little shakey, while Harry played it off cool as a gay cucumber. Mr. Herman hopped on stage. "Hey guys and gals. We're gonna go alphabetically for these, so just step up, give me your name and start your monologues. We don't have a lot of time, so let's burn through these!" Well shit, that means I'm in the middle, while Ben's towards the end, and poor Harry is gonna be dead last. One by one, each of our classmates went up, did their part, and sort of awkwardly walked off. You could tell this was a lot of peoples first times too, which helped my nerves. Some of them were really good, too. Some stiff competition! "Let's see! Armando?!" And like that, I was up. Ben and Harry gave me a quick thumbs up and a big smirk, and I mentally willed myself up on stage, rather than my gut telling me to go puke in the bathroom. "Hey, I'm Armando, and... well, here we go." I started my spiel, hesitant at first, but bitch, I spent a lot of time rehearsing this, I got this, right? Gazing out into the crowd, I tried my best to not look at Mr. Herman or random strangers, but only at Ben and Harry. I can't be nervous when I got my best friend and my boyfriend supporting me. I hit the apex of speech, and I could hear Mr. Herman and his stage attendant laugh at my punch lines. Hook, line, and laughter! Going right for the funny bone! Finally, I'm done. I utter a huge sigh, and I thank the teacher for his time, and flee back to the safety of my friends. Harry was giggling to himself, while Ben had a big smile on his face as he gave me a bigger hug. "You did great, up there, Army..." He whispered to me. "Way funnier than it was last night, haha." "Put a lot of good emotion up there, pal. I'm proud of you." Harry added. Oh thank gawd, this torture is finally over! Well, for me at least. "Benito! Come on up!" I gave my brother a punch on the shoulder for good luck, but it was ultimately pointless. "Hi, I'm Ben, and I'm signing on for lighting." "Okay! You're on! Next!" Well that was easy, but no shocker for my brother. He sat back down while we rolled our eyes at him. Douche. We had to work hard! Finally, we hear Harry's name called. Oh boy, I got my fingers crossed for him. "Hey everyone, I'm Harold, and..." Harry's go at it was nice. He's usual cool confidence totally sold himself well to everyone. I was proud of him, because I could tell our work together worked out very well. "Thanks. And if I don't cut it as an actor, I would also like to volunteer as a light tech." "We'll keep it in mind. And with that, that concludes this torture." Mr. Herman sat up back on the stage, and peeked at his watch. "Spend the last 10 minutes we got of the day to chit chat or whatever. I'm going to look over my notes and deliberate. Expect a cast list posted in the morning, so check before your first class. Thanks everyone!" Harry joined us back in our seats, and other than a glimmer of sweat on his brow, he looked still way too comfy and too cool. "You okay?" I asked. "I feel I did well, but damn, the lights up there really just... it was nerve wracking!" Ben gave him a hug. "Don't worry, you did really good. Right Army?" "Yes sir-ee!" "Thanks guys, you're the best." "Anytime, Harry. Now, Army and I are gonna go head off early to make it in time to my practice, but I'll see you hear to see what parts we got!" "Totally! Have fun!" Harry waved at us as we grabbed our stuff and headed out of the auditorium. We marched our way to the baseball field. I felt a huge weight off me, thanks to the main stress being gone. Plus I get to watch my sexy brother play with balls! What's not to love! "So just go sit out on the bleachers, and I'll need to head to the lockers to get changed and shit. Okay? If anyone bugs you, say you're with me. Or else!" Ben cackled as he ran to the atheletic building, while I took as seat under some trees on the bleachers, pulled out my homework, and started. Might as well be productive, right? After getting through my set of math work (ugh, it's the worst), I watched as Ben came out, wearing partial gear. The school colors are orange and black, which surprisingly look very good on him. Sadly at this view, it's hard to get a proper assessment of his... assets, but I'm sure I can ask for a... private show later. The rest of his team filed out, and practice was mainly just running drills. Hitting balls, swinging, running stuff. Very dull, no matter how sexy you are, honestly. But I wanted to support my brother so I'll grin and bear it for him. At least, for now, till it's too much. I'll take up riding with Harry for sure next time. It's getting super hot. I'm not built for this, haha. A loud whistle finally pierced the air, signaling the end of practice. Oh, thank goodness. Ben waved at me and motioned for me to join them. I stood at the fence blocking off the field and the bleachers, and waited for him to finish joking around with his teammates. "Hey bud. Sorry it was kind of boring, but we're done now. I'm gonna go change and head out." "Gonna take a shower?" "Uhh... yeah? Stop fantasizing about it. Me, bunch of other hot guys, naked and steamy, washing off the sweat, soaping up our bodies..." He laughed as he walked away with his friends. "Wait for me at my truck!" Grrr, he makes me so mad... and so damn hard sometimes. Damn it! Gotta sit down soon so it's not super obvious. He finally catches up to me, clad back in his less sexy casual outfit, and gives me a big hug and a big grin. "Ready to head home?" "I'm ready for tomorrow, that's for sure." Ben kicks the truck into gear and we head home. Sadly, when we hit the front door, we find Mom ready with a list of chores that we have to do. Ugh, why! Sadly, night passes quickly, and before we know it, morning has arrived again. I rush and get ready, while Ben takes his sweet damn time. DON'T YOU KNOW I HAVE TO FIND OUT IF I GOT A PART! Pushing and shoving him out of the door, we finally rush to school. I barely wait for the truck to park before I leap out and dash to the auditorium. Gotta know, gotta know, gotta know. "Army, wait up, damn it!" I hear Ben shout behind me. Nope, no time! Patience is for the weak! I finally reach the building and I swing open the door to find a small throng of people peeking at the classroom door. Shoving my way to the front, I scan the list, trying to see. "A... A... A... Ah! Armando! And I am..." I read the name aloud before processing response. "Templeton the Rat." I backed away, getting myself out of the growing crowd of actors, a little distraught. A lot of work, but for a small part? A rat, at that... I sigh in disappointment. Damn damn damn it. A big arm pulls me in. "Hey, what's up?" Looking up, I see my brother's smiling face. "I'm a rat." "Is that... bad?" "Templeton is a small part..." "HEY ARMANDO THE RAT!" Harry appeared and gave me a hug. "Congrats, Army. I'm jealous!" "Harry? Jealous... but its a small part? Why?" "Did you not read the character notes? The character is super sneaky and funny. Sounds right up your alley! Just wait, I'm sure Herman has some fun plans for it. He's pretty creative with fun parts. "Let's hope so. Sorry..." I shook my head, trying to keep the dumb thoughts away. "You're right. Totally right. What did you get?" "Ben got light tech and stage crew, and I got sound tech and stage crew sadly. But hey, I was proud of my audition. Be happy you get to be on stage, haha." Harry, Ben, and I chatted, and I felt relieved. I shouldn't be sour I didn't get the pig part. Maybe I got something better, something fun and memorable. Sometimes the best things aren't the biggest or the brightest, right? End of Chapter 16 Thanks for reading!