Sakura took her stance at the front of the stage looking something close to uncomfortable for a moment, evening out into a smile and a clasping of her hands firmly behind her back. All right, so first she needed to look at one of the scripts. Moving toward them after several others, she unlocked her hands to pick one up, flipping through.

What kind of language was she even reading? Sakura was fairly sure it was translated, but the flow of language felt closer to old parts of her culture that she only had the smallest contact with herself.

She looked up at Billy, and confessed, "I'm willing to play whatever part -- or parts, I guess -- you need me to. Is there something you want me to read?"