Almost is Never Enough | MIKHAIAH

10

Third-Person P.O.V.
Friday || 4:30pm

Z is in the main hall, ensuring everything is in place. She's wearing a smart yet stylish outfit that reflects her role as a leader. She moves through the crowd with confidence, directing last-minute adjustments and greeting attendees.

Jeremy, one of the council members, approaches her with a grin. "Z, everything looks amazing. You really pulled this off."

Z smiles, feeling a mix of pride and relief. "Thanks, Jeremy. It was a team effort. Let's just hope everything goes smoothly from here on out."

Just then, she notices the Imperial Beats arriving. Her eyes fixed on the red haired as she stands out in the crowd, dressed in an effortlessly cool outfit, her guitar slung over her shoulder. She catches Z's eye and gives her a small, encouraging nod.

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As the preparations for the event neared, the venue buzzed with a mix of nerves and excitement. Z had been moving from one task to another, ensuring that everything was perfectly in place. Her calm, efficient demeanor kept the team on track, but even she could feel the weight of the evening ahead.

After checking on the final details, Z turned back to Max, who had been watching her with a fond, appreciative gaze. Max's presence was steady, a quiet source of support amidst the chaos.

"Everything's set," Z said, her voice steady but carrying an undertone of anticipation.

Max smiled softly. "You've got this, Quise. It's going to be a night to remember."

Z felt a warmth in her chest, a sense of comfort that came from knowing Max was there. Without thinking, she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around Max in a tight, brief hug. It was an impulsive gesture, but it felt right, like something she needed in that moment.

Max was a bit surprised but immediately returned the embrace, her arms wrapping securely around Z. The hug was brief but meaningful, filled with unspoken support and connection.

When Z pulled back, she looked up at Max, her expression softening. "Thanks, dear," she said quietly, the words carrying more weight than usual.

Max gave her a reassuring smile. "Anytime. You know I'm here for you."

Z nodded, feeling a renewed sense of calm. "I'll see you out there," she said, her tone more relaxed now, but still focused.

"Absolutely," Max replied, watching as Z turned and walked back toward the stage, her shoulders just a little less tense.

Max stayed where she was for a moment, watching Z get back to work. There was something special about seeing Z so in control, so dedicated, yet knowing that beneath all that focus, there was still room for a moment of vulnerability, a moment that she had been a part of.

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The event progresses smoothly. Speeches are made, presentations are given, and the crowd is fully engaged. Z finds herself busy but manages to steal glances at Max whenever she can, feeling a strange comfort knowing she's nearby.

Z had been busy ensuring that the event was running smoothly, her mind occupied with the countless details she needed to manage. But as soon as the Imperial beat was announced, a quiet anticipation settled in her chest. She moved to the side of the stage, finding a spot beside her friends.

When Max stepped onto the stage, Z couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves. She hadn't seen Max perform before, but tonight felt different. The room was buzzing with excitement, but for Z, time seemed to slow as Max place at the guitar strap around her shoulders with the microphone in front of her.