MOVED - Stage DirectionsRyan takes a deep breath before gently laying her down against his shoulder. It's pretty awkward for him, but he makes it as comfortable as he can for her. As directed, Carla slowly lifts her hand and rests it on his chest. She positions her head in his bent elbow making sure her trachea is still open to breathe. Her hair cascades down his forearm, and he gasps a little between the notes. The fall shines dark brown in the stage lights, but Ryan prefers the red highlights it catches when she runs track in the spring.Carla starts singing, and the nape of her neck skims his bare wrist. He wonders what it would feel like if his sleeve wasn't there. Itchy, he bets. Itchy, but in a soft way he still wants to feel. He envisions her without the costume on, and he nearly misses his entrance. He hopes his face isn't red. They are so close, she'll notice everything.