Andy frowned for a moment, but then his eyebrows rose, face lighting up in recognition. He knew this man's voice had sounded familiar. It was a relief, too, knowing there were other fans of theatre here. A given, sure, but sometimes it was hard to meet people, especially in a huge city like New York. Andy didn't have his work or friends or his money -- right now, singing and acting were all he had.

"Right! You're the guy who wants to put on the play! Dude, mad props. I can see why you'd want to," he said, looking the hallway over. "I think it's a great idea. Don't let them tell you it's not -- screw them." He gestured with his thumb to no one in particular. He was thinking of the woman he'd argued with, whomever she was associated with.

"I got your back. Seriously, I was just in Sweeney Todd and it really takes your mind off all the drama." He paused for a moment, frowning and then clarifying: "Not drama like, acting. Regular bad drama."