Change Their Minds

Confessing...

A/N: well I have been really busy, I'm sorry, I'm trying to upload as often as possible...
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Scott's POV: Mitch is in tears right now, and hiding in his room, we are trying to rehearse how exactly to tell the band he is gay. We were just going to wing it...but then Mitch said "Maybe if it sounds more relaxed the others might not kick me out of Pentatonix." I tried to explain they couldn't kick him out because he is so amazing but, well he wouldn't trust me. We had an hour until we had to be in the studio. "Mitch, sweetie, it will be alright, let's get ready to go." Mitch came out of his room and almost fell over...odd. He kept his eyes down and practically jogged to the car. He got in the car and waited until I got into the car to talk at all. "Scotty, I'm so scared." All I could say was "I will try to help." He then turned to me and hugged me. He smelled like vodka...shit. But I didn't mention it and I rolled out onto the street and began driving in the direction of the studio.
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Avi's POV:
Scott and Mitch came into the studio very pale and looked I'll. "Are you boys okay? What's wrong? Sit down and relax." Kirstie said leading them to their chairs. She then pulled Kevin and I aside asking if we knew why Mitch might smell like liquor. Neither of us knew which made us nervous and more worried than before. Then Mitch started speaking "I think we need to talk, I don't want the group to get much more popular only for us to split." "Wait wha---" Kirstie began but was cut off by Mitch continuing "I am gay, a-and I can't hide it anymore." Followed by silence Mitch broke down and started crying. Kirstie looked absolutely disgusted.
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Kirstie's POV:
I tried to comprehend what he just said. How could he hide a problem like that from us for as long as he has. We need to fix him. I was about to say I would help him but Kevin glared at me and said "That's perfectly alright Mitch, it's part of who you are, and you are the perfect you." But Mitch wasn't watching him, he was watching me. I muttered out a "Yeah, we will figure something out" and told them I didn't feel like practicing today and left.