"Wow Your Sneakers are awesome! Did you decorate them yourself?"
"Yeah! I've written every nice thing that anyone's ever said to me, to keep them with me all the time."
"But, there's only one message."
"I only had one friend."
(Y/N) (L/N) is a c...
(Y/N) and Luka had been spending hours practicing on stage for their upcoming performance.
The two of them had developed a comfortable rapport over time, sharing their struggles and helping each other improve.
As they took a break from rehearsing, Luka proposed an idea that caught (Y/N) off guard.
"Hey, (Y/N)." Luka smiled, "I was thinking... How about we try out this particular scene where our characters have an intense argument and then break into a song?"
(Y/N) shrugged and replied, "Sure, why not? I've been struggling with that part anyway. Maybe practicing it with you will help me get the hang of it."
Excitement flickered in Luka's eyes as they both got into position on stage.
(Y/N) adopted a hurt and brokenhearted expression, looking at Luka with pained eyes. "George, how could you do such a horrible thing? How could you betray me like this?"
Luka seamlessly continued the act, stepping closer and speaking in a sincere voice, "Everything I did, I did it for you. I never meant to hurt you."
As Luka reached out and gently caressed (Y/N)'s hands, a sudden surge of electricity coursed through her body.
She blushed, feeling her heart pounding in her chest, captivated by Luka's gaze.
However, Luka brought her back to reality with a gentle reminder.
"You were supposed to sing at this part, remember?"
(Y/N) looked confused and shook her head. "Me? Sing? I thought you were going to sing— I don't remember any singing in this scene. Are you sure?"
Luka picked up the script and flipped to the page, pointing to the changes he and Marc had made to the scene.
He explained, "We thought it would add a touch of magic to the performance. The lights would be on you, and your voice would captivate everyone on stage."
Embarrassment flooded (Y/N)'s face, and she averted her gaze. "I... I don't sing well in front of people, Luka. It's not something I'm comfortable with."
Luka reached out and gently held her hand, his voice filled with warmth and encouragement. "I believe in you, (Y/N). You'll do great, I'm sure of it. Besides, I'd love to hear you sing."
(Y/N)'s heart fluttered at Luka's reassuring words, and she hesitated for a moment.
Luka took a seat in front of her, maintaining eye contact, and said, "Just imagine I'm your audience. Take your time, and when you're ready, go ahead and sing."
Feeling trapped in the situation, (Y/N) quickly searched for an escape route. Just then, the sound of a bell chimed in the distance, signaling the break time.
"Oh, it's break time already! We should grab some food and water. I'll be back in a flash!"
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(Y/N) returned with food and drinks in hand, then realized there was no one else inside the auditorium.
'They must be on their break. I got the stage all to myself.'
As (Y/N) stood alone on the stage, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of trepidation and excitement.
The empty auditorium seemed to amplify her fears, reminding her of the looming challenge she faced.
With the food and drinks set aside, she took a deep breath and slowly walked to the center of the stage.
The familiar aura of the performance space enveloped (Y/N), reminding her of the countless rehearsals she had gone through.
She closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart, and whispered to herself, "You can do this, (Y/N). You promised Zoé, and you can't let her down."
Frustration bubbled up inside her, and she muttered under her breath, "Why am I such a literary genius? Why did Marc and Luka have to add singing to the already mounting stress?"
Looking around the empty auditorium, (Y/N) realized that no one was there to judge her or listen to her singing.
It was an opportunity to shed her inhibitions and allow her voice to flow freely.
She took a moment to compose herself, gathering her courage. Then, without warning, a melody escaped her lips.
"Some people long for a life that is simple and planned, Tied with a ribbon. Some people won't sail the sea 'cause they're safer on land, To follow what's written. But I'd follow you to the great unknown. Off to a world we call our own"
It started softly, a timid whisper in the vastness of the theater. But as (Y/N) continued to sing, her voice grew stronger, resonating through the empty seats.
"Hand in my hand, And we promised to never let go. We're walking a tightrope. High in the sky, We can see the whole world down below. We're walking a tightrope. Never sure, never know how far we could fall. But it's all an adventure, That comes with a breathtaking view Walking a tightrope... With you."
The fear that had held her back began to dissipate as she surrendered herself to the music.
Lost in the moment, (Y/N) twirled and danced across the stage, letting the melody guide her movements.
She sang with raw emotion, pouring her heart and soul into every note.
The stage became her sanctuary, a space where she could express herself without judgment or fear.
In that solitary performance, (Y/N) discovered a newfound freedom.
The music wrapped around her like a comforting embrace, empowering her to unleash her hidden talent.
With each verse, her voice grew more confident, and her inhibitions melted away.
Her songs beautifully came to an end, and (Y/N) descended from the stage, feeling a sense of accomplishment and determination.
Little did she know that Luka had been standing silently at the doorway, captivated by her singing.
His presence had gone unnoticed, and he had been swept away by the beauty of her voice.
Luka's heart pounded like a gong in his chest as he listened to (Y/N)'s melody, entranced by every note that resonated through the empty auditorium.
He had always admired her talent and passion, but in that moment, it felt as if a deeper connection was forming.
The magic of her singing had stirred something within him, an unspoken connection that resonated with his soul.
Luka realized that his feelings for (Y/N) had grown far beyond friendship. Her voice had touched him in a profound way, and he found himself longing to be a part of her world.
He couldn't deny the pull he felt towards her, the desire to be by her side and support her in every endeavor.
Tightrope: The Greatest Showman.
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