Apartment of Slumming, Upper East Side, NYC. Monday Evening.

[oncourtandstage]

Rehearsal was going well. Very well, in fact; Troy was starting to get a little bit nervous, unsure if this meant that the show was going to go horribly when it actually opened

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[cantgetnorelief]

"Anders, Phoebe, and Bel's room of fun and debauchery, how can I help you?" asked Anders when he picked up the phone, sprawled out over the foot of the bed.

[oncourtandstage]

"Yes, this is Troy, Chad, and Ryan's Den of Iniquity calling. Have you found Jesus?"

[cantgetnorelief]

Anders guffawed. "Bolton! Not yet, unless he was the mumbling dude on the train between North Hollywood and Union Station earlier."

[oncourtandstage]

Troy laughed. "How're you doing, Anders?" he asked. "Sorry about not calling you about my show last month -- it ended up not happening. Well, it happened, but not with me. I got recast. Backstage drama."