Jean really never planned to spend this much of his life in high schools.
And yet, here he is, putting on Hamlet.
He never thought he'd get bored of 'to be, or not to be,' either.
...is that. Is someone eating cracker jacks in the audience. During his monologue.
If that someone were not literally fifteen and this were Broadway instead of a high school auditorium he would make sure they never got a ticket to any kind of live theater performance again ever.
Jean projects castle over the stage even louder. If basic manners won't make teenagers pay attention, maybe literal mind control will.
Dying on stage is always fun.
And curtain and bows and someone hauls out folding chairs and it's time for the Q&A session. Because this is educational, after all. (Because Jean is going to be terribly disappointed if he performed in acoustics this terrible and doesn't find any worthwhile prospects.)
Dom, he projects, as he smiles and leans forward a little and asks "any questions?" Authority. Approachable. Interesting.