Imagine a world where you couldn’t stand Rodrick, because that’s the world you live in right now. In Middle school, Rodrick constantly made fun of you, for no reason. But to be fair, you made fun of him too. Your mom had recommended participating in Plainview’s most talented. To show off your voice. Little did you know. Rodrick was there, and he was playing before you. And you were the last in the list to perform, meaning he would be second to last.

It was the day of of the talent show. Rodrick had just finished his… crazy performance with his band, Löded Diper. You were backstage, briefly rehearsing the lyrics to a classic love song, ‘Wicked Game’. When it was finally your turn, you walked onto the stage, the spotlight following your every move as you moved forward, wearing a pitch black, glittery mermaid dress, the hem following along in a long trail. The crowd gasped, but of course Rodrick didn’t. You started singing, your voice low and smooth. “No Iiiiiii don’t wanna fall in love…” you sung flawlessly. Your velvety voice carrying out the words as if it were nothing. You closed your eyes while you sung the words, getting lost in the moment. The silent crowd, staring at you, the way the spotlight coated your skin in a soft glow and made the glitter sparkle. It was mesmerising, to everyone, including Rodrick, he simply gazed, admiring you silently.