i used Be More Chill as the play for this!! i like a few songs from it & Christine has the perfect song for this idea :-)
i never have been a theater kid so idk what goes on but i am musical trash and sing every day of my lifeand put on one person plays so in a way i do have experience
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p.s. there is a mention of self harm in the song but i haveleft it out of this imagine just for the sake of not hurting anyone by it. i don't like talking about self harm in any of my stories, so if you wonder why a chunk of the song is missing, that's why.
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Peter knew before he approached the sign up sheet that your name was on it. You looked forward to the school play every year. He smiled lovingly at the pink inked cursive that spelled out your first and last name and chuckled.
With light steps, you walked back to the billboard. Peter's back was to you, so you silently admired his messy curls and watched him stare at your signature.
"Are you signing up for the play too?" you asked hopefully, approaching with your books pressed to your chest.
Peter turned around. "You know me better than that, ___."
You sighed and looked away. "I know, but a girl can dream."
He stepped next to you and drew his arm around your shoulders. "But I promise that I'll be there for every rehearsal, every practice, and I'll see it every night from the opening to the last. I promise."
You raised your eyebrows. "Sure, Peter can promise... but can Spider-Man?" Peter pursed his lips. "Sweetheart, I'm not going to be mad at you if you miss something. Someone has to protect Queens."
He smiled and shook his head in awe. "Gosh babe, you're the best."
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two weeks later
Peter sat at the lunch table, his eyes more on his phone than the plate of chicken fingers on his tray. He drummed his fingers anxiously on the table and ground his teeth.
