Did I Even Make A Sound?

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Alana Beck: Are you ready? We should publish the fundraiser at exactly 5:00 so we know exactly when it ends. Everything is ready on my end!

Evan took a deep breath, looking down at his phone before gazing back up at the mirror. He looked... good. His hair was staying down, his shirt wasn't wrinkled, his face... wasn't as bad. He looked okay. He reached down, grabbing his phone as he walked back towards his room, his footsteps echoing through the empty house. Me: Give me like a minute and I'll be good

He reached his bed, sitting with his back pressed against the wall. He took a deep breath, grabbing his computer and propping it up on his lap. He opened the screen, which was on The Connor Project page. The amount of followers that had continued to flood in over the past few weeks was insane- it hurt Evan's head to think about it. Over 50,000 people had seen his speech and liked it. People weren't avoiding him at school. They actually talked to him and... acted like they enjoyed it. It was insane- everything had suddenly turned around. Everyone was happy- the Murphy's, Zoe, Alana, Jared, Evan...

Yeah. He paused, smiling a little. He was. He was happy.

Alana answered, his phone vibrating on the blue bedspread. Alana Beck: Alright! I'll call you and we can start it up!

Me: Sounds good!

Evan's video-chat icon on his laptop began to bounce, signaling that Alana was calling him. He pressed accept and Alana's smiling face filled his screen. She looked the same- she always did. Her face had begun to feel comforting in the past few weeks because she was as passionate and stunned at what was as Evan was. "Hi Evan." She said, barely giving him enough time to mutter a "hi" in response before continuing talking again. "Did you get the script I sent you?"

He nodded. It was up on the screen, beside Alana's face. "I did!" Evan scrolled through the document. His parts were highlighted with blue. There were significantly less parts for him than for Alana, but Evan didn't mind. It was easier for Alana to have most of the logistics, because she always said them in such a good, powerful way that Evan couldn't dream of replicating. "I'm ready when you are." He added, looking back at Alana.

She smiled. "Okay! I'll count down..." She clicked something, focusing for a moment before sitting back. Alana counted backwards from three and Evan forced a smile onto his face, focusing on anywhere but the little square at the bottom because if he did that, he'd see himself and immediately call it off until he could fix whatever little thing was out of place- because there was always something with Evan... Alana reached one and began to speak in the fast-paced, optimistic tone she always did. "Hey, everybody, it's me Alana, Connor Project co-president, associate treasurer, media consultant, chief technology officer, and assistant creative director slash public policy director for creative public policy initiative for The Connor Project."

Evan resisted the urge to grin stupidly, because she always insisted they say their titles and he always felt so stupid after her big, long, important one, but lately, he felt different. Happy, almost- because in reality, did it matter? It was just a title and the comparison was almost laughable. "Hi I'm Evan. I'm co-president of The Connor Project."

"Wish I could see all of your amazing faces out there!" Alana said sincerely.

"We hope you're having an amazing day!" Evan added. They always started off their messages with something like this- something positive, because there wasn't enough positivity in the world. Especially with all of the connections they had made, with everyone who had reached out to them, struggling... It reminded Evan that he wasn't alone and gave him determination to try and brighten someone's day. Alana had immediately loved the idea and it had stuck. It always reminded Evan of the 'Dear Evan Hansen, today is going to be a good day and here's why' he was supposed to write daily.