Did her sound nice..? Absolutely yes.

His voice was like smoke in moonlight—smooth, aching, real.

Each word he sang seemed to settle into the stillness like it belonged there. His fingers moved with ease over the guitar strings, but his eyes, they wandered. And when she stood up from her seat, nobody breathed.

No one had expected her to walk over.

Especially not him.

Yet she did, quiet and sure, like she had waited for this moment in a dream she never dared to speak aloud. She stood beside him, her smile small but unmistakably alive—not for the crowd, not even for him. For herself.

The window was open behind them, summer wind curling into the room like a secret. It caught her hair, lifting it gently, like even the air wanted to touch her.

He turned to her, and for a second the song, the class, the world—all of it vanished.

“Say it louder.” he murmured, his voice rough with something he wasn’t ready to name. Not a command. A wish. A promise. A push.

Because he saw it—what she carried just beneath the surface.

And he wanted this girl to shine.