First Part: Brave
Second Part: Breathing Space Third Part: Plotting Fourth Part: New Arrangement
Part 5 in my developing Roman/Virgil University!AU
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They coordinate rehearsal times so that a few times a week, once Virgil’s lectures are finished, he knocks on Roman’s door. The first time he does so, Virgil hesitates, shifting from one foot to the other. What is he doing? It’s not difficult, just open the door and-
“Virgil? You can come in, I don’t bite!”
He opens the door, and finds Roman perched on a stool playing his electric keyboard. It’s an upbeat song- ragtime, Virgil recognises, after a beat. Roman glances at Virgil and grins, not stopping his playing.
“Hey! Make yourself at home.”
Virgil sits on the bed, crossed legged, and looks around. There’s a few more fairy lights pinned along the walls compared to the start of term. They give the room a comforting golden glow. Virgil bites back a laugh as he scans Roman’s ‘Disney wall’, noticing how he has written a tally chart next to his many posters.
“When are you going to stop?” he teases, nodding at the wall. “101?”
“Oh, ha, ha,” Roman drawls. “Think fast!”
Virgil ducks to avoid a sheaf of papers to the face. “Charming,” he says. He picks up the papers and turns them over to read ‘WICKED: THE MUSICAL’ in black embossed writing. “Oh, I read the script last night.”
He says it casually, and is surprised to see Roman’s face light up with delight.
“Really? The whole thing?”
Virgil shrugs. “Well, yeah. Wanted to have some idea of what’s going on.”
“You’re-” But, Roman doesn’t continue with whatever he was about to say. He just shakes his head and smiles, then clears his throat. “Anyway, it’s just to make sure I know my lines- so punch me if I try and peek.”