Brendon watches in a mildly horrified fashion as Spencer lifts the poster off the ground, his forehead crinkling as he looks it over. He thinks miserably about how all his plans for coolness are flying out the window as he sits there. He’s just about to resign himself to another four years of being shoved into lockers (or whatever the slightly snobby college equivalent is – Brendon shudders to think), but all Spencer says is “Huh.” Brendon doesn’t say anything, so Spencer starts reading out loud. “’Auditions are being held this weekend, the 29th and 30th of September, for the student drama society’s production of The History Boys.’ Cool.”