Tim had no idea how he let Jason convince him to join the school play.

Or why.

Or even when, because he didn't remember auditioning until the school director emailed him asking why he missed the first rehearsal that he didn't even know about.

And most of all, he had no idea how the bookworm managed to convince the rest of their brothers to join and got lead, too.

Whatever. It didn't matter, he was ensemble. Wait.

Wait, that did matter. Timothy Jackson Drake was not a singer. At least, he didn't think he was. And he didn't want to be either.

Especially not the ending song. The range in that one was all over the place, and he hadn't memorized his part as harmony just yet.

Which was where you came in. Your harmony had the same notes as his harmony — the only difference was he was a tenor, and you were... something (he only heard what the teacher told him).

In essence, you were his lifeline for every rehearsal and every play.

As for you, he was the biggest nuisance of your life. First of all, it was Tim Drake — who didn't get nervous around him? And his brothers, too, who were all in the play.

All you knew was he stood behind you for every song and leaned forward a little bit and his chest was right against your back as he listened to your notes and tried to follow with his own voice, and dammit, you were trying so hard to be confident but your voice was shaking—

You finally let out a sigh of relief as the curtains came down in front of you for the finale, rushing backstage to get out of your costume. Tim did, too, watching Jason rush off from center, looking flustered after the final kiss.

The changing rooms were empty when you finally came out of the stall, save for the one and only, Tim Drake — becoming thoroughly red when you came out while he was in sweatpants, trying to find his plain, black cotton tee, how did he lose it?

"I... thought you left," was all he said. Would now have been a good time to apologize for annoying you the whole play? "Uh— you have a nice voice."