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Theatre v. Choir 🎤

Prompt: Mitch is talking to Kirstie about how hard it is to be a singer in choir. Scott comes in and challenges his beliefs. Scott's a theater kid; Mitch is a choir kid. Kirstie is both.

Setting: AU alternate personalities (okay so I got inspiration from Thomas Sander's alternate personalities in his video 'The Dark Side of Disney' - if you know who he is then ily- and Mitch is like Prince and Scott is like anxiety)

Words: 852
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"Seventeen measures, Kirst! How are we suppose to perfect seventeen measures over one weekend? Two days!" Mitch stresses, walking out of the choir room. His last period for the day was over, and he still seemed to have a lot of work to get through.

"I know! It's insane. He didn't even let us run it together. He lectured us the entire class period."

"Seriously! Everyone underestimates how hard it is to be a singer." Mitch exasperates.

"Did you just put 'singing' and 'hard' in the same sentence?" Scott walks up to them, completely invading their conversation.

"Why are you here?"

"Same reason you are: to get an education. Now, why are we blowing this simple talent out of proportion?" Scott leans against the wall, slightly smirking.

Let's get one thing straight. Scott is Kirstin's friend, not Mitch's. Mitch and Scott's personalities? They don't sit well together.

In other words, he despises him.

"It is not a simple talent, Scott. Although, I wouldn't expect a 'belter' like you to understand that." Mitch fires.

"Okay, okay, chill out guys. Scott, choir can be more difficult in different ways, as can theater. Both require talent–"

"Pshh, talent. Anyone can open their mouth and carry a tune."

"Really now? Because, every tune you've carried comes with a backup track." Mitch smiles bitterly.

"Hey! There are different skills that come with each, you both can't compare the two–"

"You can compare the two because one actually requires skill. Have you heard of the term, breath support?"

"Mitch–" Kirstie tries, to no avail.

"Yeah, I actually have," Scott interrupts nonchalantly, "Have you heard of the term, puberty? Because, I think you skipped it."

Mitch's jaw drops.

"Scott!"

"You're just jealous. I can hit notes higher than half the soprano ones in my class. Not like that would matter to you. You don't even know the half of it. Sight reading? Sharps and Flats? All you do is learn by ear."

"Oh, believe me, Pitch Princess, I've sight read before. Try memorizing pages and pages of lines in less than a week." Scott narrows his eyes playfully.

"I give up." Kirstie mumbles and walks away, but, of course, neither boy heard.

"Oh, okay Newsie. Why don't you just show me what you can do? What exactly are your talents?"

"Which one are you referring to?" Scott looks Mitch up and down, causing Mitch to scoff.

"You're disgusting." Mitch shakes his head and walks towards the exit doors. The bell rings, and Scott takes off in his direction.

"I'm raising awareness. Don't need choir kids running 'round spreading rumors about me, now do I?" Mitch huffs, and turns to him.

"Listen here," Mitch growls, jamming his finger at Scott's chest.

"Whether you like it or not, acting gets you nowhere in life. You have to have talent, raw talent, which you lack. If you knew what was best for you, you'd take a second to put your ego aside and actually take a voice lesson or two. You talk yourself up all day, yet no one's ever heard a note out of you! Now, I didn't ask for your company, and I'd prefer if I didn't have it. So, would you be so kind to prance along to your rehearsals and leave me al-mmnnh"

Scott places a finger on Mitch's lips. Mitch glances down at it.

"You did not just hush me with your finger." Mitch mumbles.

"You're hotter when you're quiet." Scott shrugs, causing Mitch's eyebrows to furrow in confusion.

"Whatever." Mitch slaps Scott's hand off of his mouth, and turns to walk to his car.

"Hey," Scott reaches out to grab Mitch's hand.

"I never said you didn't have any talent."

They stare at each other for a moment, Mitch's chest moving up and down rapidly. He looks down to see Scott still had a grip on his hand. When his eyes meet Scott's again, the taller boy was smiling.

"I- I meant every word I said." Mitch fights to keep his guard up, but something about the mischievous glint in those crystal blue eyes had him suddenly weak in the knees.

"I'd like to hear you hit those notes one day." He suddenly yanks at Mitch's hand, causing Mitch to squeal as he stops himself on Scott's chest.

Scott's firm chest.

"Stop– Stop that!"

"Stop what?" Scott grins.

"Giving me that, look," Mitch pushes himself off of Scott and puts as much distance between them as possible, "That look that you use on all the girls to make them fall for you. It's all just an act to you isn't it? Life's just one big stage, and you're the star."

"Wow. It's always fight, fight, fight with you." Scott chastises playfully.

"Believe it or not, you could stop fighting. I promise I won't revolt. Now, stop trying to get in my pants, m'kay?" Mitch sarcastically chirps, and pivots, walking to his own car.

"Nice ass!" Scott hollers after him.

Mitch feels the heat rushing to his cheeks, knowing Scott couldn't see him blushing, and walks faster.
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