Logicality Fluff: How We Grew Up

Chapter Four, The Spring Concert

Hello! Just as a warning, if you are sensitive to talk of panic attacks, then this chapter might not be the best for you! I describe the feeling of getting one, and if you feel like that might be triggering for you, feel free to skip this chapter! (I'll recap what happened in the next one!)

Thomas paced back in forth in his house, rubbing his socks against the plain carpet. He continuously pushed his still blonde hair out of his eyes and whimpered to himself. I, trying to study my 'cool slang word' cards, was being terribly distracted by this. I sighed, put down my notecards, and decided to investigate. "What are you doing?" I asked, landing in front of the bookcase. Thomas jumped a mile before heaving a lengthy sigh. "Why are you here?" he asked bitterly. Now, I would have been offended, But I was not prone to feeling such emotions. "You're pacing madly around the living room while breathing at an alarming rate, and you're trembling. Listen, I usually wouldn't care too much about something like this, but you're interrupting my studying, and not to mention, you look very ill." Thomas stopped pacing and fiddled with his thumbs. "No...I'm not sick...but, I mean...could I be?"

"Of course not!" Roman decided to appear then, in his overly-dramatic pose. "You've been dreaming about a moment like this for so long so don't waste it, Thomas!" I tilted my head in confusion. "I'm sorry; what 'moment'?"

"Just the most amazing, wonderful, outstanding-"

"-And most terrible thing in my entire life!" Thomas finished. He groaned and hid his face in his hands. I adjusted my glasses. "I'm confused. Is this moment 'amazing' or 'terrible'? It can't be both." Thomas sighed. "Yes it can! You see, our school choir is performing a song called 'General Taylor' for the spring concert, and I got a solo. Which is great...but..." He looked down at his feet. "Oh, I'm gonna mess up! I know I'll mess up! I-I-I'm gonna die!" Tears began to produce rapidly trough his tear glands, which was when Morality popped up. "Oh my gosh! Kiddo! What's wrong? What happened?" He ran up to the crying Thomas with many packs of tissues and bandages. "Did you fall? Did you scrape you're knee? Oh, son, don't cry!" Thomas was too upset to object to being referred to as 'son', so instead he just replied, "I think I scraped my heart!"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, which gained a nudge from Roman. "Oh, poor baby! It's okay. Hey, Princey? Maybe Thomas should stay home for today. After all, he hasn't been sleeping really well and-"

"I will not. Let fear. Ruin. This opportunity! Thomas, you did so well at the auditions and the practices, so why should this be any different?"He was about to speak, but Morality stepped in. "Well, this is Thomas first big singing performance, and it's a big deal, so of course he's going to be nervous about it."

"Uh, I wouldn't mention the value of this performance to him at a time like thi-"

"Well, no offense, but what do you know about the performing arts, Morality? I'm the one who wanted to audition for this in the first place!"

"And I supported the idea. Look, Roman, I know that you are Thomas's creativity, and that you hold his dreams, but I'm his Morality; his heart. And you may be the one who is inspired by those dreams but I'm the one who loves them, which gives you the motivation you need to never let go of them. Am I right?" We all stood dumbfounded for a moment. "Wow, Morality...that was...e-effective." I breathed. Morality smiled. "But...oh, you're probably right. Thomas," he patted his head. "You should go to this concert. After all, what's the worst that could happen?"

Horrible. Horrible is the worst that could happen.

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