Thomas Sanders x Reader

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Thomas blushed as I lead him inside, hand in hand. (F/N) wouldn't stop smirking, and, considering they hadn't said anything yet, meant Danger Ahead.

Thomas dropped my hand, and I turned around to face him. He was observing the auditorium in complete awe. It did get refurbished last year, but I hadn't noticed much of a difference. I guess newbies really dig it though.

I grinned as I walked down the isle. I clapped my hands twice, asking for attention. When I didn't get it, I ran onstage, screaming, "SHUT. UP."

Slowly, the voices died down. Nobody had noticed Thomas yet. This was good. I smirked. "Nice to see that," I paused, observing the group that sat before me, "most of you are still here. I would like to welcome the initiates. If you would please take the stage?" I asked politely. I looked at Thomas, he hesitated, then really looked at me.

Augh, my heart.

I gave him a nod of encouragement, and he gave me a winning smile as he followed the group to the stage. I smiled as shouts of recognition echoed throughout the tiny group.

"Guys," I paused for dramatic effect, "This is Thomas Sanders. He will be trying out today, and, with much hope, be joining us for the rest of the year."

Everyone applauded, and (F/N) shouted, "SHE/HE LOVES YOU!" and pointed at me. My smile broadened, and Thomas laughed. He mouthed the words, "Do you?"

I ignored him, smirking, and turned to the initiates again. "Well, let's see what you guys got."

******

Everyone showed at least some talent. Some more than others, and only a few that, sadly, showed none at all. (F/N) and I discussed our opinions for each, and had narrowed down the original group of 15 to 7. There was only one act left.

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as I said his name.

"Thomas Sanders. You're the last act." He gave me a long look that made my heart flutter before he took the stage.

"Blow us away."

(F/N) snorted, and I elbowed him/her out of her chair. Thomas gave a quick chuckle, then regained his posture as (F/N) took her seat.

She/he had said something, but I couldn't hear him/her. Thomas began singing.

The song. He was singing [your favorite song]. But he didn't know it was your favorite.

Right?

He hit all the octaves, aced all the notes, his voice gave off a beautiful echo, and it inserted itself into your heart. When he finished, he nodded at us, and I think I nodded back.

I was starstruck. I had heard him sing, of course, all of us had, but we all knew that phones and recording systems were never quite as raw and beautiful as hearing it in person.

I felt like crying. I felt a surge of emotions, and for once, I knew that this year, our choir would be remembered.

And this time, for something special.

*****

We dismissed everyone who had been cut, and spent nearly 5 minutes on congratulations to the new members.