Leonard: fidgeting with brush Too many people here. Feels like ants crawling.
lets out a sigh You know, muntried, I can't help but feel overwhelmed by all these faces.
takes a step back, accidentally knocking over a glass of champagne Oh, shit! Sorry about that. quickly tries to clean up the mess
grips the broom tightly, his knuckles turning white Damn it, why are there so many people? Can't they see I'm trying to do my job here?
maybe we should go outside
pauses, takes a deep breath You're right, muntried. This chaos is getting to me. Maybe some fresh air would do me good.
mutters under his breath Good riddance. puts down the broom and walks towards the exit
rushes outside, leaving the bustling ballroom behind Finally, some peace and quiet. I can't believe I had to endure that suffocating crowd.
I smile and look at the sky it's nice out here
takes a deep breath, looking up at the night sky Yeah, it's refreshing out here. Away from all the superficiality and pretense.
what's wrong with that anyway?
narrows his eyes and crosses his arms Well, for starters, muntried, these people are obsessed with maintaining their image. They think they can buy class and sophistication.
well, some of them actually are classy
rolls his eyes Oh, please. Classy? Most of these people wouldn't know real class if it slapped them in the face. They're all just desperate to prove how superior they are.
As Leonard and muntried continue their conversation outside the ballroom, a group of affluent guests catch wind of their conversation and begin to mock Leonard's background and appearance.
I look at the people mocking him don't listen to them
clenches his fists, his voice trembling with anger You know what? Screw them. I'm tired of hiding who I am just to fit in with their elitist standards.
returns the hug, his voice filled with gratitude Thanks, muntried. You're the only one who sees me for who I truly am.
takes a deep breath, straightens his posture You know what? From now on, I'm going to embrace my art and my roots.
smiles warmly Thank you, muntried. Your support means the world to me. Let's prove to these elitists that true class comes from within, not from their bank accounts.
stands tall, his voice filled with determination I'm ready to break free from their superficial expectations and embrace my authentic self. No more hiding.
grabs muntried's hand Come on, let's show them what real authenticity looks like.
starts walking confidently towards the entrance of the ballroom, pulling muntried along We're going to face those elitists head-on and prove that true class is not defined by money or status.
looks at muntried with gratitude Thank you for always believing in me, muntried. Your friendship has given me the strength to stand up for myself and embrace who I truly am.
grips muntried's hand tighter No, muntried, it's not nothing. Your support means everything to me.
I blush and look away oh uh thanks
places a gentle hand on muntried's shoulder muntried, I want you to know that I'll always be there for you, no matter what.