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"I'm sorry, Dennis" Annie said firmly. "You passed out. It's not safe for you to perform the rest of the show"
"Seriously?" Dennis scoffed, frustrated. "I'm fine. I can do it"
"Trevor will fill in for you" Annie decided, then walked away.
Dennis wanted to cry.
He hated being limited by his illnesses, especially when it interfered with his acting.
"Hey" Max said, approaching and sitting next to him on the greenroom couch. "You okay?"
"I'm frustrated"
"I understand" he nodded. "But it's a safety concern"
"I know that" Dennis admitted. He put his head in his hand, wanting nothing more than to disappear. "I just hate not being able to do things"
"Well, I'm here for you" Max told him. "And, for the record, I think you did amazing while you were on stage"
"Thanks..."