Despite what could easily be classified as an excessive use of glitter and the rather large text size, it was Midna's yelp of excitement coupled with a small jump that made Zelda aware that there even was a new poster on the noticeboard at all. Had it not been for the sudden sound, she would probably just have walked right past it, only knowing that there was anything going on when she would notice how her friends stayed behind. But Midna's loud exclamation of 'look!' was enough to make her stop walking immediately and look over at Midna, who was pointing at the noticeboard hanging on the wall between the door leading to the entrance hall and the kitchen.

At first, she couldn't make out exactly what the notice said as a rather large crowd of students were standing between her and the poster, preventing her from stepping closer, but that changed seconds later, as Midna simply grabbed her hand and began to push her way through the crowd, making sure that Zelda was close to her, and occasionally saying sorry when she would bump directly into someone.

"Look!" Midna repeated, pointing up at the poster again, and this time, Zelda could see more than just the light being reflected in the glitter that had seemingly been poured all over the paper.

"So they have chosen which musical to perform this year, haven't they?" Zelda observed after glancing at the heading. "Or rather, they have chosen to announce what they have chosen, 'musical announced', I mean?"

"That's exactly what they have," Midna said, bouncing slightly, unable to contain her joy, "and guess what it is, it's Skyward!"

"Skyward?" Anju, who had just then managed to make her way through the crowd with Cremia following right behind her, repeated. "That's quite ambitious isn't it?"

But Midna just made a dismissive gesture, clearly not all that worried about the possibility of their school having aimed too high when they had chosen the musical. "Maybe, but it will be a nice challenge. And they have done it a few years ago, so why wouldn't they try to do it again? If anything, it will only mean that, should we get in, we might have to spend more time at rehearsals, and I'm not going to get angry over that."

Zelda, meanwhile, had turned back to look at the noticeboard, only listening to her friends' conversation with half an ear. As longs as she didn't spend too much time inspecting the overly glittery heading of the announcement and wondering if the amount of glitter had really been necessary, the idea of auditioning and even getting to be a part of the musical sounded like something she might enjoy. Regular and scheduled rehearsals, auditions so that she would not risk getting in only to embarrass herself in front of everyone by not being able to sing at all—even if there was the risk of doing just that while auditioning for the musical—and someone who had actually planned how and when they should learn the different scenes. And perhaps the most important thing, or at least the thing that had made her not immediately write off the musical as being an event that was too unorganised for her, the rest of the text that had been printed onto the poster was readable, set up in neat lines instead of being all over the piece of paper.

Really, why had no one done that during her first two years? If they had, Zelda might have done the same as her friends and tried out for the musical during her first year as well.

Cremia suddenly taking a step to the side to avoid being hit by an overexcited first-year student who was gesturing wildly towards the poster and almost walking into Zelda in the process was what made Zelda tune back in to the conversation that was taking place right in front of her.

"Midna, I think that our teachers might actually care a bit, given that you got so close," Cremia held up her thumb and index finger, "to missing the deadline for that Hylian essay."

The mention of the dreaded essay made Zelda tear her gaze away from the poster to instead smile at Midna. "Oh, yeah I remember that one," Zelda said, playfully elbowing Midna, "wasn't that the one where we spent most of a night trying to piece together something that was coherent enough so that you could turn it in? Or was that another essay?"

"No, that was indeed the one, and it was only one time. Besides, I have grown and matured as a person since then, I know that I can manage it all this year," Midna said, already laughing a bit at her own words.

"Sure," Cremia teased, voice dripping with sarcasm, making Midna stick out her tongue at her.

Shooting one last look over at the poster, Zelda knew that she had made her decision. Pushing her shoulders back just a bit, she turned towards Midna and tried to make her tone light and joking. "I really hope that you're right, because I want to try out for the musical too. So I might not have the time to help you guys with your assignments this time."

They were all silent for a moment. The voices around them, students whispering, pointing over at the noticeboard, talking about musicals, or just generally chit-chatting about life, seemed to become amplified.

Then Midna threw her arm around her, pulling her in for a tight hug. "I knew it, I knew you would join us sooner or later!" she let go of Zelda, still beaming at her. "Zel, this is amazing, you are going to love it!"

Holding up her hands in front of her, Zelda let out a tiny giggle. "Whoa, I haven't even gone to the audition yet, we don't know if any of us are even going to make it."

But Midna, confident as ever, just shook her head. "No, I will make absolutely sure that you get in—"

"We all will," Anju cut in, placing her right arm around Cremia's waist, making Cremia nod.

"Okay, we will all help you get in," Midna said, keeping her voice monotone as she stifled a laugh, before looking back over at Zelda, "but first thing first, have you heard the soundtrack of the musical before?"

Zelda shook her head. "No, I haven't, or at least I don't remember any of it." Perhaps her mum had made her hear it once or twice—actually, Zelda was quite sure that she had—but the word Skyward didn't mean anything to her, wasn't connected to any memory or any sounds. "I should probably try to do that before deciding anything, shouldn't I?"

"Well, I mean, probably," Anju said with a little shrug, "I know that you will love it, but it can't hurt for you to listen to the songs."

"Tell you what, why don't you borrow my phone for the day," Midna said, already digging around in her backpack for her mobile phone, "I have the original cast album on there. Then, you can hear it during breaks and I can help you pick a song to sing for the audition after school. That way, there will be plenty of time for you to practice before the audition," Midna paused to look back up at the poster before continuing, "yeah, the auditions takes place this Friday, so you will have time to learn the song. Not a lot of time, but enough for you to get the gist of it. How about that?"

Zelda tried to keep a pleasant expression even if the thought of going to an audition was beginning to sound more and more horrifying as the chance of her actually going grew each second.

"What about Anju and me?" Cremia asked, only for Anju to look at her, an expression of mock-sadness on her face, making Cremia immediately add. "Oh, the date, I had forgotten about that for a moment. Sorry, Anju."

"It's fine, I had almost forgotten about it as well."

"Yeah, the date," Midna deadpanned, "the event I assumed you two lovebirds would be more interested in than listening to Zelda and me while we discuss musicals. So what do you say, Zelda, should we check out which songs would be good for you later?"

She looked back at Zelda, eyes twinkling and lips curled up in a smile that—as it always was when it came to Midna and musicals—seemed genuinely delighted. Despite the tight knot forming in her stomach and the growing feeling that going to the audition wouldn't lead to anything but her ending up making a fool of herself, Zelda could not say no, she never could, not when Midna shot her that kind of smile.

So instead, she tried to mirror Midna's enthusiasm at the prospect of actually beginning to prepare for the audition, hoping that her smile looked at least somewhat real. It had to be, after all, for even despite her nervousness, Zelda couldn't help but feel a little bit happy about how her friends had volunteered to help her.

"Yes, I would love that."

That afternoon, the first thing Zelda did when she returned to her dorm, even before doing her homework, was to pick up her phone and call her hum. She was fairly sure that Impa would love to hear that she was thinking about auditioning for the school musical, and when her mum got excited, she had a habit of talking about it for what could sometimes seem like hours on end. So calling her immediately seemed like the best idea, or at least it was the one least likely to end up lasting the entire night.

The phone barely got to let out two beeps before her mum answered it, her voice sounding slightly scratchy for a couple of seconds.

"Zelda, Sweetie, how was your day?"

She talked loudly causing Zelda, who had not thought to check the volume on her phone before calling, to almost drop her phone. But she managed to catch it before it hit the floor, holding it a bit tighter as she pressed it against her ear again to answer.

"It was fine, we did not get too much homework."

Impa chuckled slightly. "Ah, yes, homework. Trust me, when you get my age, you will long for the days where the biggest problem you could possibly face was the amount of homework that the teachers would assign."

"So you say." Zelda said with a small smile, adding a little laugh when she remembered that there was no way for her mum to see that she was smiling. "But actually, there was something else I wanted to talk with you about."

"Yeah?" Impa asked. "Oh, wait a minute, Honey." Zelda could hear how Impa moved the phone away from her ear before telling Tetra that she would be there in a moment. When her mum returned to the conversation, she sounded just a bit more hectic, but it was enough to make it obvious to Zelda as Impa continued. "So, what were you about to tell me?"

Zelda found herself absentmindedly running her hand through the strand of hair that fell over her shoulder as she tried to figure out how to word the news. But in the end, she couldn't figure out a way that would not involve her running the risk of making her mum drop everything to drive over to stay for the next few months just so that she could be a part of it all. So instead, Zelda settled for simply telling the truth. "Just that I was thinking about going to the auditions for the musical this year."

Impa didn't let out a joyful yell like Midna had done upon seeing the poster, but her voice was a bit higher, a bit louder, and a bit warmer when she began to speak again. "Oh, you have to do that, you simply have to! I promise you that it will be the best experience of your life, no matter what quality the show ends up being. Besides, this is your last chance to do something like this—next year you might be off to university, and then who knows if you will ever get the chance again. What did your friends say about it? I'm sure Midna was overjoyed; she really struck me as someone who loves musical. Zelda, I'm telling you the months where I would go to rehearsal after school were the happiest times of my life—"

"I know, mum," Zelda cut in, already sensing that Impa was about to tell her everything about her own experiences with being in a school musical, "musicals are amazing. And you're right about Midna; she had an even more intense reaction than you did when she found out about the musical."

"Even more intense than me? I doubt it!" Impa said, all traces of her trying to hurry the conversation so that she could go and help Tetra with her problems long gone.

"You are giving her a run for her money, I'll give you that, but Midna is definitely more intense than you are when she is excited about something. Not even the fact that you made me take singing lessons when I was younger is enough to beat the fact that she was able to push through a crowd of over-excited first-year students just to get to the poster quicker than she would otherwise have been able to."

"Perhaps. But tell Midna that the fight isn't over yet."

Right then, Zelda heard footsteps outside the door, and moments later, the door swung open, allowing both the voices and general noises from the hallway outside as well as Midna to come into the room. From the way that she had stepped in—a spring in her pace, wide grin, and with her eyes twinkling—it was clear that she had something to say. However, when she saw Zelda standing there with her mobile phone, her expression quickly turned unsure as she pointed towards the door, miming the words 'should I leave?'

Shaking her head, Zelda motioned for her to close the door behind her. "No, no, please stay, it'll only take a moment."

"What will only take a moment?" her mum asked, her voice turning a bit distant as she once again paused to tell Zelda's sister that she would be there in a moment.

"No, it's just that Midna stepped into the room, mum," Zelda hurried to explain, already stepping a bit closer to Midna, "here, I'll hand her the phone now."

Midna accepted the phone, immediately pressing it against her ear. "Hello, Impa."

The sound of her mum's voice was muffled, but Zelda could still easily hear how Impa had yelled Midna's name in response. If Midna's little jump of surprise and the small smile that she shot Zelda was anything to go by, the sudden sound had surprised her just as much as it had surprised Zelda. At least Midna had not been about to drop her phone, Zelda could give her that. It would seem that Midna was a bit more coordinated than her.

"Yeah, a musical… hmm, Skyward… no, we don't know which one yet," Zelda heard Midna say.

Although she could not hear her mum's half of the conversation, she was fairly sure that Impa was telling Midna to let her know everything there was to know about the musical. She couldn't help but smile. Not even Midna would ever be able to answer every one of her mum's questions.

"Actually, I was just about to help Zelda pick which song she will sing at the audition," Midna said, nodding along to something Impa had said, "yeah, I know, it was about time that Zelda finally let us hear her voice, I'm sure she will be the best!" Midna winked at Zelda and she felt her cheeks grow warmer. Hopefully, Midna would not have way too high expectations for her; she really didn't want to let everyone down like that. But Midna didn't seem to even consider that, already rambling along. "Yeah, she hasn't really sung anything while at school—at least not while anyone has been around to hear her—but now it seemed that we have finally managed to convince her." There was a short pause before Midna knitted her brows and let out a short laugh. "No, I am sure that Anju, Cremia, and I deserve most of the credit for that, we are after all the ones who have spent the last two years slowly convincing her to join us in throwing away our social lives for two months each year to get a chance to be part of the musical, but you just keep telling yourself that this is your work… yes, of course I will help her, what kind of friend do you take me for? Yeah, bye, Impa." Midna pressed the button to end the call and handed the phone back to Zelda. "Seems like your mum really cares about you getting into the musical, doesn't she?"

Giving her a brief nod, Zelda showed the phone back into the pocket of her skirt. "You could say that and it would still somehow manage to be an understatement."

"Well, knowing that and with me having just told her that I am going to help you, I really think we should start to discuss what song you'll sing at your audition. I don't think your mum will ever stop holding it against me, if you end up not auditioning for a role."

Midna said it with a smile and with an air of not really meaning it, but Zelda still felt something cold settle in her stomach. People really wanted her to go to that audition, Midna, Anju, Cremia, and her mum had all told her that they believed in her. Deep down, Zelda was sure that she was going to mess it up. Either it would turn out that she simply did not have the skills it would take, or she would get nervous at the wrong time. Really, there were a million things that could go wrong, all of them having the consequence that she would ruin her chances and let everyone down.

"Hey, Zelda!" Midna said, snapping her fingers close to Zelda's face, the sudden movement making Zelda blink and redirect her focus towards Midna. "Don't worry about all of that. Right now, we just have to figure out what song you can sing really well. Do you know your voice type?"

She cleared her throat, trying to think of what she had learnt during those singing lessons. "Uh, soprano, I think, but I am not sure."

"That's fine, knowing you, it's probably right, so we will just assume that you are a soprano. Can I borrow your computer for a moment?"

"Of course."

Given the relatively small size of the room, they were already practically standing next to Zelda's desk, so Zelda simply reached down to grab her backpack, lifting the entire thing up on the table before opening it and taking out her computer, placing it on the desk on top of a few pieces of paper while Midna grabbed Anju's desk chair, dragging it over so that she could sit down next to Zelda.

"Great, thank you. See, I had this song in mind when you asked me, but I needed to be sure that it was not way off, you know, since I haven't actually heard you sing that much," Midna said, having already opened the laptop and typed in the password. Just a few clicks later, Zelda found herself looking at a video of a girl only a little older than herself and Midna. At first, Zelda couldn't help but stare at the costume that the girl was wearing. The dress had once been white, she could see that much, but now it had various stains, stains that didn't exactly look like they had been added on purpose, the hem and sleeves of the dress were fraying, and to top it all off, the girl was wearing a blonde wig that was pushed so far back that she could still see the girl's red hear peek out in front.

And then the girl started singing, making Zelda forget everything she had had to say about the costume.

The song was beautiful, calming and yet strong at the same time. Zelda couldn't make out exactly what the girl was singing, the quality of the video was far too poor for that, but she did know that the music was amazing. But it wasn't only the music, the girl who was singing also managed to make even the parts that Zelda knew were technically demanding sound so easy, like everyone could sing the song as perfectly as the girl did.

"Beautiful, right?" Midna said, and Zelda looked over to find that Midna had somehow managed to tear her gaze away from the girl earlier than herself to instead look at Zelda. "It's the song Ballad of the Goddess from Skyward."

Zelda nodded even though her only knowledge of both the song as well as the musical came from what little she had had time to listen to in between classes. But if there was one thing she knew, it was that Ballad of the Goddess was not exactly song that was friendly to beginners. "Do you really think I can sing that? Shouldn't we pick something that's a little easier for me to do?"

Midna seemed to actually consider it, looking back and forth between the computer screen and Zelda for a moment, and the knowledge that Midna did actually think about her limits made Zelda feel a bit more relieved. Finally, Midna answered her. "Well, you are right that it's a pretty difficult song, but I think you can do it. According to your mum, you were actually quite good when you were younger and from what Anju told me, you are still that good, or at least you are when you sing in the shower."

"Wait, how much have you talked with my mum about my voice and what was that about Anju having heard me singing in the shower?"

"It's not really your mum and I talking about your voice, it's more your mum telling me about you nearly every time I mention the musical. She's really happy that you have decided to audition, you know. As for Anju having heard you singing, I think that you overestimate how soundproof the walls in here are." Midna finished it all off by reaching over to push Zelda slightly. Zelda immediately retaliated by shoving Midna as well.

"Okay, so now that I know that apparently I did not have as much privacy as I thought, are you still sure that I can sing that song?" Zelda pointed at the computer, the screen still showing the now paused video of the girl who had started the entire discussion in the first place.

"Positive. Besides, even if you don't, I know that Kass and Thelma have this entire principle about not turning people away just because they aren't the best singers. As long as people are willing to show up and improve themselves, they are allowed to be in the musical." Midna leant in, lowering her voice into a stage-whisper. "But maybe don't tell the first-year students that. Kass likes to think that people don't know it, so we try to not tell everyone."

In almost any other situation, Zelda would not have appreciated being told that she could get in because the people in charge of the musical didn't want to tell anyone that the lacked the talent, but right then, it was exactly what she needed to hear, someone telling her that at least the world would not end if she messed up the song.

"Are you sure it's okay to pick a song from the musical they have chosen?"

"Yes, of course," Midna said, nodding to emphasise her point, "you just need to pick something that showcases your skills as a singer."

"Alright, then I'll try that one."

"Great!" Midna said, having already pressed the button to restart the song.

Had it not been for the fact that Zelda had the texts Midna had sent to her in the middle of the night as proof that the other girl had been up until nearly half past eleven, she would not have believed it. As Midna came running into the dining hall, only barely managing to not collide with a little group of second-year students who in turn spun around to glare after her, she looked radiant, practically shinning.

Next to Zelda, Anju moved over slightly to make room for Midna between herself and Zelda. Her spoon clattered against the bowl as she slid her bowl of porridge as well as her apple over the table to continue eating, but the slight noise was nothing compared to how Midna practically jumped over a chair that had been in her way, landing right next to Zelda and somehow managing to not knock over any glasses despite gesturing wildly.

"Guess what!" she exclaimed loudly enough for Link who was sitting a few tables away from them to turn around and smile at her. Zelda noticed how Midna took the time to return the smile before turning back towards her. "Guess what just happened on my way over here!"

"Did you—" Anju began, putting down her spoon. But she didn't even get to actually make a guess as Midna interrupted her with a little wave.

"I ran into Thelma—she's the acting director for the musical, so she and Kass are the ones who will decide who will play which roles in the musical, Zelda," she added, seeing the confused look on Zelda's face.

"Oh," Zelda mumbled. Now, after Midna had told her, she did vaguely remember seeing their names on the poster the day before. But since she wasn't in the band and hadn't picked drama as an optional subject, she hadn't really payed much attention to it.

Meanwhile, Midna continued, talking a mile a minute, "Yeah, so anyway, I asked him if anyone could try out for the part of the Hero. Anyone," she added, sending all three of them meaningful glances.

Zelda was not really sure what it was supposed to mean, but it seemed that both Anju and Cremia did as they both groaned, Cremia even adding a little 'oh no' and placing her piece of toast back down on her plate.

Looking back and forth between Anju, Cremia, and Midna, Zelda tried to not look confused, attempting to figure out what had just happened. Asking who could try out was a reasonable question, wasn't it?

After a couple of moments, Zelda had to admit that she had no idea what that had all been about, so she looked back over at Anju. "But isn't that a normal question? I mean, shouldn't we get a chance to know if we can even try out for the different roles before we begin to hope for anything?"

Midna shot her a brilliant smile, pointing at her before looking over at Anju and Cremia. "See, she gets it!"

But Cremia just shook her head. "No, she doesn't know the full story." she leant in over the table to be able to look over at Zelda before continuing. "You see, that would have been a completely harmless question if it had been anyone but Midna who had sked it."

"Hey," Midna exclaimed, "that's not fair!" but even she couldn't hide how she was laughing, though she tried to hide it by covering her mouth with her hand.

Anju, too, giggled, using her spoon to point at Midna. "Oh, you know it's fair. Tell her, Cremia!"

"You see, last year they set up Wicked, you know the one about Elphaba and Oz and all that, right?"

Zelda nodded, glancing over at Midna who had begun to shake with barely suppressed laughter. "Yeah?"

"Well, so what happened was that Midna and the two girls who played Elphaba and Glinda—"

"Who?"

"Irene and Seres. I don't think you know them, and either way, they were third-year students that year so they don't go here anymore. But they had gotten the roles of Elphaba and Glinda and together with Midna, they had this joke with Thelma about how it was not right that Elphaba had not ended up with Glinda at the end of the musical." Cremia shot Midna a look. "I have to give it to you though, in the end, you did almost manage to make Thelma genuinely agree with you."

Midna placed a hand on her chest, looking indignant. "I did manage to convince her. She actually told me that had it not been for how we weren't allowed to make any major changes to the story, she would have agreed with me!"

Cremia just rolled her eyes. "Sure. But, anyway, Zelda, that's why I'm actually quite impressed that Thelma didn't try to escape before Midna here got the chances to talk with her about any of the roles."

Looking back and forth between Midna and Cremia, Zelda took a sip of her water. Even if she had never heard that particular story before, it certainly did sound a lot like something Midna would do. After all, Midna had been the one to write an essay about how school should be viewed as something that took as much effort as a fulltime job and hand it in to their social subjects teacher after he had told them to enjoy their time in school since it was a lot easier and required less time than having a job.

"She stayed there to let me ask her about the roles because she agrees with me, at least on some level." when they all looked over at Midna, doubtful expressions on their faces, she glanced up towards the roof while sighing dramatically. "Goddesses… I even have proof. She said, and I quote, 'are you thinking about trying out for the role of the Hero, Midna?'"

Zelda, attempting to both continue drinking her glass of water while commenting on Midna's story, managed exactly none if that and instead just choked on the water. She even had to place her glass back on the table as she began to cough. As the other looked at her with worry in their eyes, she held up a hand, managing to whisper that she was okay through the tears that filled her eyes as she tried to cough up the water.

"Well, are you?" Anju asked, while Midna patted Zelda on the back.

"Yes, of course. And when I told her that and that anyone should be able to play the Hero since they never specified the gender in the ancient legends and we always have way more girls than boys try out for the musical, she just nodded and said that she agrees and looks forward to seeing me at the audition."

Cremia smirked at her. "Sounds to me like she just didn't want you to write an essay about that subject as well."

Sticking out her tongue, Midna pointed at her. "No, it means that girls can also become the Hero." to finish it off, she reached over to grab Cremia's piece of toast and took a huge bite out of it, not stopping patting Zelda on the back for even a moment.

Between Cremia and Midna, Anju snickered to herself before pushing her apple over towards her girlfriend. Cremia looked like she was about to say something, but she seemed to decide against it, settling for simply eating the apple instead.

Midna nodded at Cremia and placed the half eaten piece of toast in front of her on the table before returning her attention to Zelda. "You okay, Zel?"

Finally, Zelda managed to cough up the water. After taking a couple of deep breaths and wiping her eyes with her sleeve, she let out a shaky laugh. "Yeah."

"Good." there was a soft look in Midna's eyes that Zelda was not used to seeing often. Then, Midna's usual snarky demeanour was back as she got up from the table, turning back to look down at Zelda, Anju, and Cremia. "We should probably get to class, shouldn't we? I don't want another teacher telling me how close I am to getting a detention."

Choosing to just abandon the last half of her sandwich, Zelda got up immediately. Anju and Cremia, however, didn't follow her.

When Zelda looked over at them, Anju just waved her hand. "We will be with you in a moment, just leave without us."

Normally, Zelda might have tried to convince them to join her and Midna, but she couldn't help but feel almost a little happy as Midna took her hand and they began to make their way through the dining hall and towards classroom one-zero-eight for their first class of the day.

"Oh Goddesses, that sounded horrible!" Zelda laughed as she messed up on the same high note for the third time.

Midna, perched on her desk, holding her phone in her hand, just smiled at her. "Well, you are still making improvements. But do you want to start over?"

"Sure. Although I doubt I can ever hit the high c."

"Be positive," Midna said, as she restarted the song, "you will hit it someday."

Before Zelda had the change to say anything, the song began again. Sure that Midna had planned that, Zelda used the few seconds of instrumentals that served to introduce the goddess in the show to stick out her tongue at Midna, the childish gesture making the other girl smile. Then the song began and Zelda found herself being unable to focus on anything but it.

That was perhaps one of the things she liked the most about the song. It was slow and melodic, the lyrics both beautiful and simple, making it so that she didn't have to think about remembering them, only having to focus on hitting the various high notes that were scattered throughout the song, culminating in a final high c at the end. Of course, that was not exactly easy for her, but at least she didn't also have to worry too much about mangling the lyrics.

The song seemed to progress much quicker than it usually did and before long, Zelda knew that there were only a couple of moments until the part where she had messed up so much. However, as she looked over towards her friend, she saw how Midna gave her a slight thumbs up, smiling at her. She could do it.

And she did. Granted, her she could hear how her voice was shaking a bit too much, but she did manage to hit all the notes, following along as the song ended on a slightly lower note that was a bit easier to hit properly.

"Yeah, that's it!" Midna exclaimed the moment the song ended, pushing herself of the desk to instead give Zelda a hug. "Just sing it like that at the audition, and they will have to admit that you are good."

Suddenly overly aware of the fact that the praise had made her face grow warmer, Zelda was grateful that Midna could not see it, not while she was pulling Zelda in towards her. "Are you really sure?"

"Totally. Look, when Anju and Cremia get back, you have to sing it for them as well, Anju loves this song." taking a step back, Midna chuckled slightly. "Although it might take a while; when I went to ask if they wanted to come over and rehearse with us, they barely heard me as they were so busy with staring into each other's eyes."

Zelda averted her gaze and hoped that her cheeks were not as pink as it felt like they were. "You're probably right. Guess I'll just have to trust that you would tell me if I sounded horrible," she mumbled, looking at the wooden floor.

"Trust me, I would," Midna said, reaching out to take her hand and squeeze it tightly, "I want you to be a part of this musical."

Not knowing how to react to that, Zelda simply nodded, a sense of dread settling in her stomach. There was no need for her to glance over at the calendar to know that the moment where she would have to sing in front of someone who could not be considered either a close friend or family was growing nearer.

There was only one day left until the first part of the auditions.