@blinkgoned asked : "you've got to risk it all, whatever it takes." / pre alnst
till's curling his hands around an invisible guitar, fingers plucking at notes aggressively enough to break the strings if he had something in his grip, and ivan, enraptured, watches every movement. he isn't going to risk anything. the network knows his strengths; they'll give him a song that makes him sound good, put him with a competitor that works with him. sure, it's a competition, but the music still needs to sound good. he laces his fingers through till's and tugs, look at me, look at me, look at me, and he releases his grip as soon as till pulls back, still not looking at him. "i don't want to risk anything." he never does. he tries a smile, teeth not quite clenched, closed lips, waits for till to see. "of course i want to win. but only if it's fair."