The Freaking Good Feelings
"3... 2... 1... ugh! Arjun! Where's your ATTENTION!" Arjun jumped out of his trance and colored rapidly as a few annoyed heads turned in his direction. Coelho cussed under his breath and threw his hands above his head.
Arjun Rawte, the hero of his play, was I.M.P.O.S.S.I.B.LE.
"You either do it or focus here, I do not take any eye sex! For God's sake you're getting betrayed by Brutus and your face is enlightened and is if you've gained freaking Nirvana!" Coelho bellowed while Arjun choked on his bottle of water, blinking rapidly and clearing throat.