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Nick rubbed his eyes and lazily took his hat off as he stumbled into his house late that evening. Portia, Bea and Nigel were gathered in the living room, chatting and bonding over tea and biscuits as music played softly in the background. Nigel noticed Nick immediately, grinning softly as he beckoned him over. "Hey, Nick! How did it go?" He tilted his head to the side, as innocently curious as ever. Bea kissed his cheek as he fell onto the sofa next to her. "It went great, I think..." He murmured, waving his hand. Nigel understood this immediately. He loved that. The way he and his little brother just...Understood each other, as cheesy a

Nick Bottom strolled through the streets to his theatre, practically dragging himself with every step. He checked his phone anxiously every few seconds. His brother, Nigel, was sick. Again. So he had to host the auditions for The Brothers of Cornwall himself. He had wanted to call them off, but Bea had insisted that he went on ahead. 'Me and Portia will take care of him, don't you worry!' she had chimed in her forceful tone, her teeth had been gritted as she restrained herself from shoving him out of the house with a swift 'Get on with it'. America was rather frightening when you walked around alone. It was not the same as London. London ha