Thomas's (pov)

I groaned as I fell against the couch, my face smushing against it. Only a week in this town and I'm already sick of the stress. "You alright kiddo?" "Patton's in the house!" I jump slightly as Patton taps my shoulder seemingly coming from nowhere.

"Oh sorry there. You ok?" He asked sitting at my feet. I sat up yawning "Yea it's just that, I got a callback for a show and I really want to do it but I also have a school trip going on the dates where the show is supposed to go on." He nodded listening to my little ramble before speaking up.

"Well I worked at an orphanage for all my life. So I would chose the kids. Then again I don't what kind of Duke Ellington replacement you guys have." I chuckled at his response shrugging. "Well I'll just have to think about it." I said simply. "You know if you need help you could always ask Roman. He loves those new shows. The last guest we had even left some of his posters in the house whilst he ran for his life." I raised a brow looking to him cautiously. "Virgil?" "Virgil."

A few hours later and I still had no idea what to do about this damn show dilemma! So I had no choice but to go to the storage room. Which was now apparently Roman's room. I knocked on the door, it taking less than a second to open. "Yes?" Roman asked with a dashing smile. "I have a problem." The prince looked to me confused. "You see I want to go for a part in this show called The Producers but if I get the part I want then I'll miss going on a school trip with my drama class." He hummed lowly placing a hand on his chin. "Have you got an exact place for the school trip yet?" "Well no~" "Then take the kids to your show!" I look up to him as he begins talking with his hands. "Just imagine it! Your kids get the whole theatre experience whilst watching their teacher in action! Brilliant no?" As I begin to think about it the more of a smile it brings to my face. "Yea. Yea ok! I'm gonna start learning the song. Thank you Roman!" I exclaim as I make my way back over to my room.

Only to see a floating Virgil hovering above my bed. Headphones on and mumbling lyrics. "Uh hello?" I question, waving my hand above his face. Having to go on my tip toes to do it. He doesn't respond however, so I merely shrug it off grabbing my laptop and sitting next to a dead floating ghost boy.

Ah the perks of living in a haunted house.