The theater was darkened and empty, quiet save for MacKenzie's echoing footsteps as he slowly walked to the front of the stage. That stage was scuffed by marks of the hundreds, no, thousands of pairs of shoes of hopefuls who had trod it before, and the knowledge his were among the last to mark it was as eerie as every other sensation he got out here.
He shielded his eyes, even if there was barely any light here, and gazed towards the balcony that seemed to stretch on forever. People would think he was crazy if he said anything- hell, he already figured he was crazy himself- but MacKenzie couldn't shake the feeling of a lingering presence in that balcony. Of course that feeling only ever happened when it was just him on the stage, practicing his music for that week and doing his damnedest not to crack under all the pressure.
That had to be all it was, just pressure. There was a lot of stress riding on everyone here.
Though MacKenzie was certain he was the only one to hear those three words, a voice young like his but somehow shrouded in world-weariness and mystery.
"Sing for me..."
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Dark Fandom/OTP Challenge - DalKenzie Edition (edited)
FanfictionMe taking the Dark Fandom Challenge (http://actualodinson.tumblr.com/post/64547472272/30-day-dark-fandom-otp-writing-challenge) and dropping these pure and precious smol beans into it as I Am Evil. Mature tag is strictly applied as plenty of dark/ho...
