Rene
Rene stands just outside the door, hand raised to knock, even though they've just said goodnight. It's gotten harder to say goodbye, goodnight, to agree to leave her for even a few hours. Especially after his conversation with her mother. Rather than give into the silly notion that she wants him just as much, he lets his hand falland returns to his room. They follow the same routine: rehearsal, checking in with the contest. Making adjustments to the sound, to the plan itself, until April 30th arrives. Rene collects Celine from her room rather than waiting for her and grins when she looks a little surprised and confused at seeing him. Her eyes light up, her cheeks go pink, and a wide smile makes its home on her face. "Today's the day." Rene says, offering her his hand. She tucks her hair behind her ear and nods, taking his hand tightly. She stares at her plate of sweets, but doesn't eat it once they're downstairs. Rene takes a long drink of coffee as he looks over the line up. His eyes flick to her. "You should eat, Celine. You'll need your energy." "I feel sick and excited and worried all at once." Rene chuckles and pats her hand. "I promise, dear. You are going to be so memorable and excellent that you'll win after one line." She blushes and shakes her head. "I'm going to throw up on stage."
