Leah had forced everyone to be there. No debate, no escape. The entire cast had been dragged to watch her friend’s play because, in her words, “We’re being supportive, end of discussion.” Walker had complained the entire time. Sitting through a long show? Nah. He didn’t even know Leah’s friend that well. What if they were terrible? He’d have to fake enthusiasm, and he wasn’t about that life.

So, naturally, as the play started, he became the most annoying person in the room.

Whispering dumb jokes to Charlie, nudging Dior every time something dramatic happened, making wild predictions about the plot, like, “What if this is one big fever dream?” Leah nearly threw popcorn at him when he tried balancing it on the person in front of him.

But then… Defying Gravity started. And suddenly, Walker was dead silent.

His usual sarcastic remarks? Gone.

His eyes were locked on stage, watching you own the moment. The second you hit that note, he was captivated. There was no teasing, just complete awe.

Because holy shit. It wasn’t just good. It was insane.

Leah caught on. “Told you,” she whispered. He just gave her a side-eye.

After the show, Leah found you in the crowd and tackled you in a hug. “YOU WERE INCREDIBLE.” She shoved a bouquet into your hands. “I knew you’d be amazing, but that was unreal!”

Dior grinned, “Yeah, honestly? You took Wicked to another level.”

Aryan clapped you on the back. “You made all of us look like amateurs. But in a good way.”

Leah squeezed you. “I’m so proud of you.”

And then, Walker finally spoke up. He casually shrugged, smirking. “Hey.”

You wiped your face, chuckling nervously, “This is so embarrassing. I have to meet famous actors while I’m green?”

Walker tilted his head, grinning. “I dunno, kinda suits you.”

The rest of the cast snickered, whispering among themselves, watching Walker’s usual nonchalant act. Classic Walker. Always teasing, pretending not to care, but the look in his eyes? Yeah, he was definitely impressed.