FACE TO FACE → MILES & FINN
So, this was kind of ridiculously stupid.
The kid was standing in the choir room, teeth biting at his nails as he scanned how empty it was and mused over his decision of apparently allowing his life to become a bit of a musical. He wanted to sing. And, the fact that his passion for this sort of thing was so strong made him feel like a goddamn TV character. Miles went to Thespis, where anybody can hold a tune. Considering he's never actually had much training if singing obnoxiously in the shower doesn't count-- he's pretty much nobody compared to these people.
He should really think about just sticking to his drawing. Sure, a bunch of kids can do that, too. But, at least that was something he was good at.
Aw, screw it. He was going to go for it. It's not like anybody would be around to hear him, anyway. They didn't have practice until much later. He can jam a bit. Or, whatever.
"Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones Seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone."