The crowd cheered as Pentatonix start making their entrance.
Everyone walked to their places and smiled behind the big screens in front of them.
People were chatting, running through the songs, and were testing whatever needed to be tested.
But Mitch just stood nervously, thinking of every possible bad thing that could happen.
What if he gets attacked by Tim and Hank back stage?
What if everyone else finds out about what's been going on lately?
What if when he gets home, his parents won't be there?
What if his family is in danger? His friends?
What if Scott gets hurt?
What if Alex kills Scott?
Scott looked to his shaking boyfriend and took his hand in his.
Mitch gave Scott a nice glance and relaxed a little.
Everyone stood in their spots and took quick deep breaths.
"Let's do this, babe."
Mitch blushed as they started vocalizing.
"I broke something I'll never get, I'll never get back."
Mitch closed his eyes and let the loud cheers fill his ears.
"Brought me to my knees."
He felt the vibrations of Scott's small riff in his chest.
"A head like steel and a soul of gold."
Mitch went to take away his hand, but the blonde held on tighter.
The platform started to rise as the lights started to turn on.
"What is he doing? We have choreo!"
"And a heart that's made of glass."
Yells and screams overwhelmed Mitch as they stood there, hand in hand.
The lights extended their shadows, making the long pause seem like a split second.
Mitch could faintly see the shadow of their linked hands towards the back of the stadium.
"But mine's cracked! Woah oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh oh!"
Scott lifted their hands up, receiving even more screams from the fans.
Mitch tried not to die under everyone's stares.
People were jumping up and down, screaming "Scömíche!", and practically crying.
It kind of made Mitch feel warm inside.
"Mine's cracked! Woah oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh oh! Mine's cracked!"
Scott lowered their arms, but still clung on tight.
"No idea where I'm going!"
Scott smiled and looked to Mitch from the corner of his eye.
"But there's no looking back cause I'm cracked! Woah oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh oh oh!"
******** Later On... ********
Scott walked to the front of the stage, as everyone got in their places for the next song.

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