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👟 ┃ Prom Night (🌸)

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Prom Night
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Classroom | 9:54AM

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Cyra is you
Shu is your classmate

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Edited | Published

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Second period is about to start, everyone's just waiting for the teacher to come in the room. While they're in their natural habitats, doing their own things, Cyra's eyes can't help but flutter upon a boy strumming an acoustic guitar.

His purple hair was swooped to one side, yellow strands highlighting his hassled looking eyes. He seemed nervous which was quite bizarre since he hasn't been like that since the "Introduce Yourself" from first day of school.

Cyra isn't the type to approach people and start a conversation, even though she really wanted to. She was stereotyped as "The Quiet Kid" which annoyed her so much. No one neared her during recess since they all had their own friend groups. She didn't really mind that, but it would really be fun if someone would consider talking to her from time-to-time.

During group projects, her classmates cooperate with her, communicate too, but after they have submitted the outputs, it's like nothing happened between all of them. She hated that, but dwelling about it solves nothing, so she got used to it instead.

After a few seconds, her thoughts pondered about the recent event that was posted on the school's bulletin board: "Prom Night." She figured that not attending would be the best option. She doesn't even know anyone that she thinks has interest in her.

On the contrary, Cyra is interested in one person. In fact, she was admiring him from behind right now. She saw how he repeatedly played the same strumming sequence over and over again, as if he's trying so hard to perfect the tune. His eyebrows crunched every time he stopped, teeth biting his lower lip each time he frowns.

Little did she know, their music teacher already entered the room. The purple haired boy immediately noticed. He looked up, and nonchalantly, Cyra's gaze averted to where he was looking at.

"Shu, you look ready," the teacher giggled as he smiled at the purple haired lad, "I think we already have someone to start off today's practical performance."

The professor lowered his bag on the desk in front of them, walking his way to the back of the room afterwards.

"You can start, Shu. Whenever you're ready," he continued.

The boy was dumbfounded. Everyone was silent. Although he was sat at the farther right side of the room, away from the teacher's desk and the entrance door, he was the first one that got spotted.

"Was it because I was holding a guitar? That's non-sense! Yugo was holding one too," Shu thought.

His heart started to beat faster. He stood up, legs shaking a little bit as he inhaled, gathering enough courage to stand up front.

Everyone was confused, especially Cyra.

"He knows how to sing. He's good at it, even, so why is he so nervous?" she thought.

Slowly, he managed to walk towards the front of the class. All eyes were on him.

"For this performance task," he spoke, "we were told to sing our favorite song in accordance to the recent event, the junior-senior promenade," he gulped, "so today, I will be singing a song which I heard just recently. . ." he was cut-off by someone with a deep voice.