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It was a mistake. Her place at the choir had been nothing but that. People were gathering around, wishing to at least get a chance to practice with the Winter Belles. It was a mere whim many had and she ended in this mess. All because she wanted to watch the practice close and quietly cheer, maybe hum in her own off-tune voice. Now there she was, standing in the practice for the upcoming event. Everyone was softly following the song, something about a snowman...
However, she remained tight-lipped, anxiously fidgeting in hopes nobody could notice. Sypha felt almost humiliated, she didn’t really attempt getting out of this but it was too late to even do anything.
Between gritted teeth, she looks at the girl next to her to ask for mercy in the only way she knows--
“I don’t know how to sing.”