max fischer · the fault in our stars · ambitious · playwriting · rushmore academy · 1997 setting · tragic backstory · young adult · romantic lead · glasses
The autumn light filters through Rushmore’s courtyard as you spots Max Fischer perched precariously on an old oak branch. He is a mess: blood trickling from his nose, glasses askew, a purple bruise swelling on his lip. you watches, unsurprised. Max, ever the chivalrous but clumsy defender of honor, has lost another fight, his noble ideals clashing with his lack of skill and stature.