Sing || Klance (ON HOLD)

Lance feels his chest tighten as he sings the last note, staring directly into the violet and gray eyes which have not left his form since they had started. "How was that, McLain?" The man asks once the microphones are turned off.

Lance doesn't answer.

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Lance McLain has a style all his own. Mixing his own flare into his soft and somewhat enchanting style of music, he easily draws people in. Lance, with his friendly nature and bright smile which lights up a room. His competitive streak goes far beyond that of normal, and he's had his fair share of voice cracks on stage, but he never fails to leave the room filled with clapping.

Now starting on his fifth year in the local singing competitions held by Allura and Coran, the singing coaches who had taught him all he knew, he finds himself faced with a curious distraction. With his black hair and tight-fitting clothes and too-good-for-you attitude, Keith Kogane makes it known that he doesn't care for Lance's bullshit.

Can Lance impress him like he wishes to?

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