Prince Charming [HoennShipping]

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⠀⠀⠀May was the last to perform, sadly, much to her disadvantage. She was nervous at first, but once on stage, her anxiousness and worries seemed to dissipate with every note she delivered to the stage. It was a heartfelt song with lots of happy lyrics, and not to mention, she was the only one that chose to choreograph a dance with it. Lisia appeared to be in love with her performance from the very beginning, and her smile wasn't difficult to miss. Tidbits of sweat drenched the brunette's forehead as she lured into her finale, with one last knee-high leap, she sang her last set of lyrics.

⠀⠀⠀Lisia seemed content enough at the brunette's performance to Brendan's observation. Her cerulean gaze appeared to sparkle at the sight of her dancing and singing and, well, effort— maybe even the tiny evidence of desperation. Nonetheless, both women looked happy with the performance. Lisia pushed herself off of the stage and swiped the microphone from where it was settled near the speaker, sweat also tinged around her neck, "Wow! I feel so, so, so ecstatic to have seen such amazing performances! I promise to expose of the list of roles later tonight in your inboxes, so don't miss out! You all are free to leave!"

⠀⠀⠀As soon as Brendan heard of the let-out, he was already facing the doorway, but even then, he was in for a wreck. At first, there was only a single flash in his direction, but it wasn't enough for him to notice it— unfortunately now, he knew the truth. Several flashes in his face caught his attention so damn quick he almost had a heart attack in the midst of it all, amber irises dilated and confused as he was surrounded, phones in his range and not at all trying to conceal the fact they were trying to get a picture of him.

⠀⠀⠀Girls surrounded him like a mob— a very heart-struck mob— and refused to let him pass. He felt suffocated by the overwhelming frames around him, perfume pervading the small area. Brendan's arm locked with another female's, and by then it was the last straw. He gaped, "What the-the hell is going on?"

⠀⠀⠀One female flashed another phone in his face, thumb holding on the button for a rather long time and seeming to have been recording, "Brendan! I love you! You're so handsome!"

⠀⠀⠀"I love him more!"

⠀⠀⠀"Not as much as I love him!"

⠀⠀⠀Remarks such as the ones he were receiving could have been enough to create him to stutter and lose his cool, but surprisingly, they didn't seem to have any affect on him.

⠀⠀⠀Craning his head towards where Drew was standing, being the bystander he was whilst watching him suffer beneath a surge of people, he mouthed a hopeless help me please. Of course, he was utterly ignored with a vague shrug of his sagging shoulders that spoke back no thanks, I'm good, but good luck anyway. Brendan flared his nostrils in agitation at his supposed friend's behavior and craned his neck around for a way out of the crowd.

⠀⠀⠀Despite this, the female's arm around his was strong and cradled as if she had no wishes of letting him free. Several others around him continued to compliment him, flash pictures of him, record, take hold of him— everything he did not want to happen, yet they continued to do so. It wasn't until a loud voice caught the attention of every person in the room that the riot came to an end, "Leave Brendan-Boo alone!"

⠀⠀⠀It was as if her word was law, for every person that had clung themselves around him quickly unraveled and reclaimed their arms and backed away. Brendan did not expect to witness such a frightening side of the brunette that way, with her eyebrows knitted in frustration and... was that crimson on her cheeks? May scrunched her nose in the adorable way he knew she did and made her way through the crowd, eyes set on him with a sense of irritation radiating off of her.