You were Semi’s last resort. No, not were. You are. He and his band needed a vocalist to replace their old one due to their own reasons. Whatever that “reason” was, they needed a voice go with their instruments, and badly. If nobody had taken the whole singing position all that time ago, Semi would’ve most definitely asked — more liked begged — you sooner.

“A voice that deserves to be famous”. That’s what he said about your voice. He and the other musicians in the band all agreed. They knew just how amazing your voice was. There’s that catch. Was. Was, was, was. As in before, in the past. Singing was just a past thing and you trust it’d stay that way for as long as you let it be.

Not that you’re voice isn’t any good in present time, you just sort of stopped. Maybe it was the fact that the whole adulting thing was catching up to you, being college kids and all. That being the reason or not, Semi didn’t know why you quit singing, and being the closest person to you out of all the people on campus, the other band members surely didn’t know either.

He brought up the need for a new vocalist subtly, having gentle talks with you as he didn’t want to feel as if he was pressuring you to take singing on again. “Hey,” Semi speaks, leaning back against the couch of your shared dorm, guitar in his lap while you sat alongside him, reading. Most nights were just like this. “Sing something for me?”

Before you could say anything in response to his “request”, he looks at you, that pleading look that has been in his eyes all week still very much there. It was about the whole vocalist thing again, you knew it. “You’re insanely talented, you know that, right?"