muchappreciated
Hazel blushed, settling down at the cheap electric drums with hesitation in her eyes and sticks in her hands.
"Go on, I want to hear you." Dan whispered, his hand on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and opened them to the generous smiles of Dan Howell, Phil Lester, and my best friend, Marceline. I felt so out of place in the
room of the One and Only danisnotonfire. I smiled at him, a flutter in my stomach, and began to play. I heard a small voice, one from Dan. "Beautiful."
I don't own Dan or Phil, (unfortunately), so simply enjoy!