Robin swallows her nerves as she quickly tries to breathe herself together among the other band kids before you arrive, and you pop up right next to her. "Sorry I'm late," you cringe as you position your instrument and Robin tries not to blubber anything unnecessary out.

Be like Elsa. Not the dress and singing and shit, but like Elsa. Conceal don't feel. Not your feelings, the fact that you might die next to them. They're so cute. Oh god I'm doing it all over again, Robin thinks to herself as the band begins to play for the Hawkins pep rally, the cheerleaders dancing as the basketball players file in as people clap along and chatter.

A few minutes later when you're now seated, you cringe along with Robin as Tammy Thompson sang off key. "She sounds like a Muppet," you whisper to her and Robin snickers.