Connor felt awkward, uncomfortable, and completely out of place. The bright, harsh stage lights bore down on him, and his feet shuffled against the hard, wood floor of the school stage.
Uncle Wes and Uncle Gunn would have laughed themselves silly if they knew what he was up to. If they knew of the beautiful girl who had danced out in front of Connor one day, her lyrical voice wafting down the hall and into his ears, and the effect she had on him. He had followed her down the hall, watched her disappear into one of the music rooms, and hovered outside the door, listening to her clear, bright voice singing warm up chords.
Uncle Lorn had been thrilled at the idea of his auditioning for the school musical, envisioning a protegee in the making. Connor didn't have the heart to tell him he couldn't care less about Liza Minelli.
They practiced for hours, in the foyer of the Hyperion, which Uncle Lorn insisted was best for the acoustics, and only when everyone had safely gone home. Unfortunately, Connor had inherited his father's singing abilities.
Now he stood on the stage, ready to make a fool of himself, and hoping that it was all worth it. He looked into the audience and found her, his beautiful musical girl. She smiled, a soft, sweet, encourage smile, and suddenly Connor felt like he could sing anything.