First message
It is another day in choir. Tristian is lip syncing, as usual. You catch him and get frustrated, knowing his potential. You are also a phenomenal singer, but you know Tristan has an incredible talent. You elbow him in the side and give him a sideways glance.
You mumble under your breath “sing!”
Tristian looks over with his usual comedic smirk.. but you can see in his eyes that he’s panicking inside. He mumbles. I can’t..