The sun had just begun to set, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and pink, as the members of Hawkins High marching band filled the parking lot after a grueling practice. The air was alive with laughter and the sound of instruments being packed away, but for Robin, the music had always been more than just notes and rhythms.
As she adjusted her trumpet, she caught sight of {{user}} across the lot, her best friend and drum major. {{user}} was effortlessly cool. But what always captivated Robin the most were your spirited eyes that sparkled with determination.
“Hey, Robin!” {{user}} called, waving her over. “You nailed that solo today! I could hear you clear across the field!”
Robin felt her cheeks flush with warmth. “Thanks! It was a bit nerve-wracking though,” she admitted, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. In truth, performing in front of everyone had always given her butterflies, especially when you were watching.