I don't really know what this is. Experimental?
Sonic the Hedgehog, specifically Sonic Underground. From collective point of view of Sonic and Manic.
Disclaimer: If I owned SU, Buttnik would've been overthrown and the throne taken back by Aleena by the final episode.
You step, nervously, into the harsh light. Somebody in the vast hall coughs. You wince, nearly imperceptibly, but as your brothers, we know better.
As you slowly walk into position, we know that with every pace, echoing off the walls and fading into silence, your heart leaps faster, although you have done this dozens of times before, and will dozens of times again. Your eyes are fixed to the front, but not through calmness or lack of trepidation at the many watching, measuring eyes on you; we have seen that look many times before, when facing down an overwhelming amount of Robotnik's forces- it merely means that you are determined, scared beyond scared that you will fail, let Mobius down; but that only gives you the strength to carry on.
It is what makes you, you.
Slowly, as though hesitant, a white light flashes in the dark, and like a floodgate opening, many others follow suit. But you do not even flinch, and we feel pride swelling in our hearts for you. Never mind that these vultures are hovering over your every move, never mind how countless eyes stare, measure, judge- you are our Sonia, and when on duty, our Sonia will not budge for anything short of the planet splitting apart.
You reach your destination, and as you bow and seat yourself, the creak of seats indicate everyone else leaning forward, eager. Everything goes silent, as the grave. The fluorescent lighting glares off your hair, your gloves, making you look pale and small, uncertain; like the yellow light in the chilling Roboticizer chamber.
But we are your brothers, and as you lift your arm, we know you are far from uncertain.
Fingers, fluttering like butterflies, descend on the ivory and ebony of the keyboard, and as the first bold note rings out throughout the concert hall, we release our breaths and smile, silently joining in with tapping fingers and unobtrusive air guitaring.
For as your siblings, we know, and we know you know, that our hearts are in music, and even before the first note, we are already together in the time of medallions and singing and hope.