She doesn’t understand how these fully grown adults can really care that much about high school basketball and thinks they need a new fucking hobby. It was one thing when the student body was being shitty about me leaving the team, but the town being like this is even more infuriating. “Language,” Amy says as she glides past me, imitating the way Richard says it to her every shift, and adds, “even though they are dicks.” At least Amy’s been ranting about it every free chance she gets. “What the fuck?” I mutter under my breath. When they leave, I hold my breath as I take their bill. I stuff my hands into my pockets, holding my tongue. They all snicker as they pull out crumpled bills. “So, what’s the deal? Does being queer keep ya from physically being able to play?” One of the guys looks up at me as I drop the bill off. A group of regulars, some construction workers, keep loudly wondering why I won’t come back to the team while I refuse proper eye contact. It’s Thursday, the usual dinner rush at Beau’s, and I try to stay focused on the stress of balancing seven milkshakes on one platter. The Wildcats have been obliterated in half their games since I quit, carrying a 2–3 record when last year we were 5–0, and the comments make my feet feel like lead weights I have to drag through every shift. Now just like school, customers have been glaring at me, making comments about letting everyone down, about being selfish, about my actions being “unfortunate,” and the tips have been essentially nonexistent. People love and support the Wildcats they would do the same for me. Every friendly face just made the resolve grow inside me. But I couldn’t get through a single lunch rush table without someone calling me over and wanting the inside scoop on the Wildcats and how we were preparing for the home opener, wanting me to sign an article in the paper or take a photo. The job started off pretty basic over the summer-I wanted to save up for basketball supplies, and Amy worked there and said it was boring ever since her e-girl coworker friend graduated. Working at Beau’s used to feel kind of like that, like I was part of a performance team I didn’t know I signed up for. The regulars would have favorite staff members and stan them the way Amy stans all her emo musicians. But she also vividly described some diner she waited three hours to get into where the waitstaff would all perform songs for the customers as a way to practice for auditions. And of course she came back home buzzing about Broadway and how beautiful the piss smell was and everything artsy people say about New York. The bad part is it’s the perfect place to see how my actions at the pep rally have rotted the townspeople’s brains too.ĭuring Amy’s very intense musical theater phase in middle school, her parents took her to New York City. The good thing about not being on the team the past two weeks has been that I’ve had time to start picking up shifts again at Beau’s diner and save up a little for college now that my scholarship dreams are over. Luckily for you, Time Out hits shelves on May 30 and to hold you over until then we have a special except from the book just for Theatrely: There he finds Christopher and… you will just have to grab a copy and find out what happens next. When the response is not what he had hoped and the hostility continually growing, he turns to his best friend Amy who brings him to her voting rights group at school. Heralded by many as Heartstopper meets Friday Night Lights, Time Out follows hometown basketball hero Barclay Elliot who decides to use a pep rally to come out to his school. On top of his Tony-nominated performance as Oscar Levant in Good Night, Oscar, Hayes has partnered with Todd Milliner and Carlyn Greenwald for the release of their new YA novel Time Out. Actor Sean Hayes is what we in the biz call booked and blessed.
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