Patrick's drama class puts on a "Coffee House" each quarter. It's a way to raise funds for the drama program, and let them perform for an adoring audience as well.
I'm not exactly sure whose accent he's channeling here. It seems to travel around between Boston, Brooklyn, Britain and speech impediment. But I'm sure with some practice he can flesh them all out.
He really seems to be in his element here.
Soaking in the acclaim.
Patrick and his teacher. The kids LOVE her.
Then we had to rush of to Foster Fright Night, where some friends and I were serving up taco rice for a good cause (the football association).
Troy came by for dinner after he helped out in the dental department of the haunted house (that is SO wrong).
And Patrick ran around with friends balloon sword fighting. Tough job. Someone's gotta do it.
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