Let’s set the scene, it’s Fall Play season, actors flood the hall
Through audition drama, vocal running, our two names are called
Upon meeting you I knew I’d win the part but lose my cool
So they cast us as the lovebirds and my heart alas, the fool

It’s a no chance showmance
I don’t mix work with pleasure
You sway my stance
It’s unprofessional
I know that we can’t
But I’m drawn to your trance

“Places in five”
Tickets to my demise
I’m passionately panicking
Falling or I’m fangirling
Why?
Why must we read these lines?
Admiring you is amateur
Call me out of character

We’re backstage for a quick change and I catch you sneak a glimpse
There’s no cameras, no cast around, our faces dimly lit
I won’t make a move, I’ll claim I’m clueless when our friends make jokes
But I swear you playing with my hair’s not what the author wrote
It’s a no chance showmance
But as our bodies breathe together in the final dance
Audience evanesces
Reason be damned
You’re not far from my man

“Back on in five”
Tickets to our demise
I’m passionately panicking
Falling or I’m fangirling
Why?
Why do I mean these lines?
Admiring you is amateur
Call me out of character

Am I the Eponine, or Lara Jean?
I need a script for you and me
I want the lead, the harmony to your story

Re-write the plot
Give me the spotlight
A monologue before the curtains fall
I was never acting at all
I was never acting at all
I can’t pretend to pretend you’re all that I want
Cause I was never acting at all