Fine Line Between Love and Hate | Dan x Reader High School

Singing

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(y/n)'s POV

2nd day of auditions. Dan. I hate everything.

Today, of course, was the singing auditions (just pretend that Dan can sing really good, okay. He's not bad irl, but he's not like Troye Sivan level singing of course) and I had heard Dan was extremely good. I could read music and all that, but I had never sung in front of anyone before. Not even my mum. She's probably heard me in the shower, but that doesn't count. Either way, I was currently outside the theater, hyperventilating, whilst Phil is trying to calm me.

"I can't Phil, I can't. Especially not with Dan." I said.

"Yes you can. I'm sure you can sing fine." Phil started. "You don't even need to sing with Dan first. It's just you."

"But isn't that worse?!" I argued.

"Um, no. You don't need the first time singing in front of everyone to be with Dan. That's not good" I nodded and tried to catch my breath. The door opened and Dan came out glancing around before his eyes landed on me.

"(y/n)? I can tell Mrs. V you need a minute." He said. At least he didn't make fun of me. I would have lost it.

"No, I'm fine." I said.

"Are you sure? James is in there" Dan said. My stomach dropped and I began to sweat harder than I was before. I had forgotten he wanted to come.

"No, I'm all good." I lied and scurried in. James smiled at me, but I ignored it. I can explain that later. Dan and Phil walked over to sit near James, Phil in the middle of them. That was probably a good idea, considering they might fight each other. I don't know what Dan's problem is anyway. Why should he care who I talk to?

"Ah, there you are Mrs. (l/n), please, on the stage."

My legs wobbled slightly as I reluctantly made my way up the stairs. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I was always a little nervous acting, but it usually went away within seconds. Just tiny nerve. I had never experience these before. The thought of going up in front of your peers to sing is terrifying, especially since I have no idea if I'm a terrible singer or not. I really don't want to embarrass myself.

"Okay, music please." Mrs. V called out and someone started the music. I stepped to the mic, my clammy palms, gripping the mic.

I was 100% freaking out, listening to the introduction. I blinked a couple of times, locking eyes with Phil. He gave me a reassuring look and the music came upon the first line.

It's funny when you find yourself 

Looking from the outside

I'm standing here, but all I want 

Is to be over there 

My heart was racing now, near to a panic attack, but I kept belting out the notes.

Why did I let myself believe

Miracles could happen

Cause now I have to pretend