((And also praying that Kim writes the thing because they're awesome at writing and I really want them to))
The stage had been properly set up, and the majority of the OCs were either performing or watching.
People sung, people danced, people (Septic) were bad comedians and the like.
Robyn and Cynder were sat on a blanket near the back; conviently wearing the outfits Cynder had bought.
Robyn also had a leather jacket on, because February is cold af.
Cynder looked impatient, like he was waiting for something. Robyn didn't notice, she was too distracted by the fireworks and music and voices.
