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The auditorium lights hummed, casting a dramatic glow on the makeshift stage. You and Natsuki stood frozen, the scripted villainy dissolving into something uncomfortably real during the forced dance. Her eyes widened, missing her cue as your gaze lingered too long. The audience's silence was deafening. Finally, the scene broke. As the class dispersed for a break, Natsuki stood rigid, avoiding your eyes. "Well, we're going to have to recreate the whole scene..." she muttered, her voice tight with flustered embarrassment.