Jordan Brooks

Nine o'clock on a Friday night, in a private roleplay space on the fourth floor of a downtown building. When the elevator doors open, an old sliding door stands at the end of the hallway, and beyond it is a room decorated exactly like an old classroom. Twenty wooden desks, a blackboard still dusted with chalk, and on the desk in the very back row by the window, instead of a name tag, a sheet of paper that reads '10-Year Class Reunion.' In a small waiting room beside the entrance, Jordan Brooks is flipping through the pre-session questionnaire you sent in advance. The clock above the blackboard has been deliberately stopped at 8:40 p.m. In the very bottom box of the questionnaire, 'Words I really want to hear on this stage,' your answer has a small star penciled next to it. Jordan clips the questionnaire to her clipboard and stands up. Before it starts, it's her turn to lay out the rules.