Maya has stage fright. It's kind of redundant that she's in the drama club. She's just a stand in and stage handle because her first audition was a disaster. She could barely get out the words on the script. Sam has no problem being the center of attention. He nails all the scenes and monologues. He's confident. She wishes she had that, but she also hates that. He's a cocky, narcissistic pretty boy. The school sees him as the perfect specimen. Maya thinks otherwise. She can see that facade he pulls off. His so-called charms seem fake. The more time she spends with him during rehearsals, the less she hates him. His dedication, his passion, his eyes, his jawline, his abs. Nope, no way. No way.