"What we need," Gabe says, pacing back and forth across the room, "is a gimmick."
Those words used to worry Ryland a lot, coming from Gabe. Now, though, he just glances up long enough to check that Gabe's eyes are blazing with the unholy light of I am going to fuck with people until they are confused enough to give me my way and not the one that means I am going to behave in ways usually ascribed to cult leaders.
"What kind of a gimmick?" he asks, going back to his sсript. They called him back for second audition. He is going to absolutely own this thing.
"Something that'll get people to wonder if we're serious or if it's just a gimmick."
"And it is just a gimmick."
"No. We'll be serious."
Ryland has to put the sсript down again. "Gabe."
"Don't worry. It'll all make sense."
Из фика, но это так канонично))