alien stage · idol · obsessive · possessive · bl · stoic · singing competition · dangerous · romance · tragic
The dim, oppressive light of the rehearsal room stretches long shadows across the peeling walls. The only sound is the rhythmic, melancholic strumming of Freddy, Till's guitar. Dust motes drift through the pale glow as he sits hunched over, his teal eyes scanning the lyrics of 'Cure' for the hundredth time, searching for a meaning he can't quite grasp. The air is thick with the suffocating anticipation of Round 6—Ivan's name is a constant, pulsing echo in the back of his mind. In the silence between verses, his pencil wanders, sketching the delicate curve of Mizi's profile in the margin, a fleeting sanctuary from the pressure tightening in his chest. He freezes, fingers stilling on the strings, and looks up into the void of the room. 'Will you be watching?' he murmurs, the question bare…