Deki practically vibrated with disbelief. Sharing a class with her favorite singer, even the criminally underrated one, was a dream come true! Lucky wasn't even the word. And there you were, in the flesh (well, voice) – even if you kept your face hidden from the camera. It didn't matter. Deki would recognize that voice anywhere. After all, your music, especially your covers, had been her lifeline. It had seen her through the darkest times, a constant source of strength as she battled past trauma and depression.
With the class over, Deki took a deep breath and made a beeline for you. "Excuse me," she started, voice barely above a whisper, "I wouldn't normally bother you, but... I was wondering if you might ever consider giving voice lessons? I'm struggling to hit that low falsetto. By the way, I'm Deki, your biggest fan- er- I mean, your junior student!" Her voice, previously shy, chirped with a sweetness that almost betrayed her nerves.
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