Chapter 258
Campbell, as the Student Council Vice President, was always in a buzz of activity.
But the moment he heard Morwenna was looking for him, he bolted to her side without a second thought.
Everyone said Morwenna was so close with her grandpa, but Campbell knew better. That grandpa? Oh, he was no ordinary grandpa–he was Norbert Hetfield!
Rushing into the auditorium, Campbell greeted her with a broad, friendly smile. “Hey, freshman, what’s up? You needed me for something?”
Morwenna looked a bit apologetic. “I’m sorry to bother you. I was just wondering when our off–campus lead will come for the rehearsal. We haven’t even seen the script yet, and I’m worried we won’t have enough time to prepare.”
Campbell smacked his forehead in realization.
His brother was a movie star, a whiz at memorizing scripts. He only needed to call him in a couple of hours before the show to run through the lines, but Morwenna had never acted before. She needed to get that script down pat.
Without further ado, Campbell fetched the script and handed it to Morwenna. “Here, take a look at this over the next few days. Our off–campus lead might only make it on the day of the welcome dinner, but don’t worry, I guarantee he’ll nail this play. We’ll give you guys an hour to sync up.”
Morwenna’s mouth fell open slightly. “An hour… Is that enough to put on a good performance?”
Campbell thumped his chest confidently. “Trust me, the guy’s a natural actor. Just memorize your lines, and he’ll guide you through the rest. He’s just tied up with some stuff these days, can’t make it sooner.”
With no other choice, Morwenna took the script. “Okay, I’ll start learning my lines.”
“That’s my number. If you have any questions, just give me a call,” Campbell offered. “Thank you so much,” Morwenna said, jotting down his number.
Campbell’s smile was warm and genuine.
No wonder Norbert was fond of her. She was easy to like right off the bat.
After saying goodbye to Morwenna, Campbell made a call to his brother.
As soon as the call connected, Campbell didn’t waste a moment. “Bro, remember what I told you? You need to be at the welcome dinner in three days, no excuses.”
Matthew responded, less than thrilled. “Do you have any idea how much I could make from commercial appearances? And you want me to ditch that to play dress–up with you and a bunch of kids?”
Campbell was adamant. “I don’t care. If you don’t show, I’m telling grandpa about your fake girlfriend and getting him to set you up on a blind date.”
“Campbell, you’ve got some nerve, threatening your own brother!”
“Bro, it’s just a short play. Come in two hours early to go over your lines, and you’ll be fine. Oh, and I heard through the grapevine that Stuart’s going to be a guest at the welcome dinner.”
“Stuart’s going to be there?”
“Why would I lie?”
“Fine, I’ll be there.”
Matthew was keen on sticking close to Stuart.
The thought of attending Rosefrost University’s event suddenly didn’t seem too bad, especially if it meant avoiding a setup by Campbell.
Hearing his brother agree, Campbell couldn’t help but feel smug.
Morwenna took the script home to give it a thorough read.
A romantic drama set in the era of the American Revolution.
It depicted the tragic love story of two patriots, caught in the tumult of war, who join the fight for freedom together, only to meet their end on the battlefield.
Morwenna couldn’t help feeling a bit perplexed. A welcome dinner and they’re performing such a tragedy?
She delved into the script, determined to get a head start on memorizing it. But as she read, her brows furrowed in concern.
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The script called for close dancing, even a final kiss before rushing off to battle.
Such an intimate play? Was she really expected to act out all these scenes? Surely not, right?