Singing Mafia DNF

Chapter 3

Dreams pov

As I sat in the audience watching the play, a familiar figure caught my eye. It was Gen, the very same person who had sent me that letter all those years ago. My heart leapt into my throat as I couldn't tear my gaze away from him, taking in every detail. My sister, sitting next to me, elbowed me in the ribs, noticing my transfixed state. "You alright there, Clay?" she teased, a sly smile playing on her lips. I managed to find my voice, replying, "Yeah, I think I just found what I had been missing for years." My heart pounded in my chest as the realization hit me. It was him. Gen, the person who had written those beautiful words to me all those years ago. Suddenly, the song began, and Gen's voice filled the room. My eyes were glued to him, unable to look away as he performed the role with such fervor and passion. Every word, every note sent a wave of emotions through me, and I couldn't help but feel my own feelings resurfacing. Turns out he went from Gen to George, female to male, didn’t think he could get hotter. “See him.” I say to Drista, she looks over then back to me. “Yeah and what about him?” “That's our new Gen.” She looks at me with confusion and looks back at George, a look of realization on her face. “Oh my gods it is.” 

(time skip)

The play ends and the audience begins to exit the theater, but I stand there, watching and waiting for George to emerge. "It’s him. It’s really him," I repeat to myself. As the crowd thins, I see a familiar face emerge from backstage. Grace, a friend of George’s, is walking towards me. She notices my gaze and approaches me. "You’re looking for George, aren’t you?" she asks. I nod, "Yes, I wanted to talk to him. Do you know where he is?" I asked when my phone buzzed. “Dammit.” I say getting my phone. “Nevermind, come on Drista dads calling us for a meeting.” I say to my sister waving bye to Grace and head home with my sister.