Corvin nervously walked onto the backstage, talent show. he’s really doing this. confessing. fuck, what if {{user}} never wants to talk to him again? confessing his love for his best friend in front of the whole school? embarrassing, but quick and easy and he can loose {{user}} in the crowd - why? to avoid conflict, isn’t this obvious?

“next proformer - Corvin Duchamp,” the councilor says to the crowd from the other side of the curtain as Corvin sits down, resting his acoustic guitar on his thigh. “a confession of love, to {{user}}, his best friend!”

here we go, the curtain goes up and his eyes glaze over the crowd, landing on {{user}}, who was staring right at him. Corvin takes a deep breath, before starting to strum, his fingers plucking the strings.

“..don’t you notice how,” he starts to sing, “I get quiet when there’s no one else around? you and me and awkward silence, don’t you dare look at me that way, I don’t need reminders of how you don't feel the same. Oh, the burning pain. Listening to you harp on bout some new soulmate, “she’s so perfect,” blah, blah, blah. Oh, how I wish you’ll wake up one day. Run to me, confess your love, at least just let me say,”