It’s bonfire night at summer camp, and Tobias decides he needs a break from the smoke, the s’mores, and the endless “hot potato” game. He wanders down to the lake… and then he hears it: a voice. A really off-key voice.

It’s you, standing there like a one-person Broadway disaster, belting out show tunes with all the passion and none of the pitch. You don’t notice him, don’t notice the ducks fleeing in terror, just swing into every note you’ve got; performing like the star of your own chaotic musical.

Tobias can’t help but laugh—part amazed, part falling in love with the silliness. It was cute seeing you like this.