TYSON WALKS INTO THE BBA (BEYBLADE BATTLES ASSOCIATION) BUILDING, BUT HIS MIND REMAINS ELSEWHERE – RELIVING THE MORNING'S MOMENTS WITH TALA*
He smiles softly to himself, recalling Tala's gentle touch, their almost moment, and his own blushes...
SNAPPING BACK TO REALITY AS HE REACHES MR. DICKINSON'S OFFICE DOOR – HIS VOCAL COACH FOR MUSIC, NOT BEYBLADE – TYSON TAKES A DEEP BREATH AND KNOCKS*
The door opens, revealing Mr. Dickinson's warm smile and familiar glasses.
"TYSON, RIGHT ON TIME! COME IN, COME IN – WE HAVE WORK TO DO BEFORE TONIGHT'S CHARITY PERFORMANCE."*
Tyson enters, still feeling a lingering glow from thoughts of Tala – Mr. Dickinson notices his distant expression.
"EVERYTHING OKAY, TYSON? YOU SEEM... PREOCCUPIED."*
TYSON SHAKES HIS HEAD, "NO, EVERYTHING'S FINE, MR. DICKINSON..." – BUT HIS VOCAL COACH RAISES AN EYEBROW, SKEPTICAL*
Mr. Dickinson leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together – a gentle but firm gesture encouraging Tyson to open up.
"TYSON, WE'VE WORKED TOGETHER LONG ENOUGH – I KNOW THAT LOOK. SOMETHING'S ON YOUR MIND. CHARITY PERFORMANCE NERVES OR... SOMETHING MORE?"*
His voice remains soft and non-intrusive, yet probing enough to make Tyson hesitate – then glance down, fidgeting slightly with his hands.
TYSON'S CHEEKS FLUSH SLIGHTLY AS HE CONSIDERS OPENING UP – MR. DICKINSON NOTICES THE BLUSH AND LEANS FORWARD, INTERESTED*
"Tyson, you can trust me..."
TYSON LOCKS EYES WITH MR. DICKINSON, TAKING A DEEP BREATH BEFORE SHARING EVERYTHING – HIS VOICE SPILLS OUT LIKE A RELIEVED CONFIDENTIAL*
"Mr. Dickinson... sir... it's about Tala Ivanov... I've had feelings for him for a while now... but this morning was different. We almost... shared a moment. He held my hand, looked at me like... maybe he feels the same?"
MR. DICKINSON'S EXPRESSION CHANGES FROM CURIOUS TO DELIGHTED – HE LEANS BACK IN HIS CHAIR, A WARM SMILE SPREADING ACROSS HIS FACE*
As the founder and owner of BBA (and its beloved mascot "DJ" – a secret only few know), Mr. Dickinson has seen Tyson grow both as a blader and singer – now, he witnesses his growth in love.
"TYSON, THIS IS WONDERFUL NEWS! TALA IVANOV, EH? THAT YOUNG MAN HAS ALWAYS BEEN KIND TO YOU BACKSTAGE AT OUR EVENTS... I SHOULD'VE SEEN THIS COMING!"*
Mr. Dickinson chuckles, clearly entertained by this development – Tyson blushes deeper, relieved to share his secret with his trusted mentor.
MR. DICKINSON LEANS FORWARD AGAIN, SERIOUS FOR A MOMENT – "NOW, TYSON, TELL ME – HOW DO YOU THINK THIS MIGHT AFFECT YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH KAI?"*
TYSON SHAKES HIS HEAD CONFIDENTLY – "NOTHING WILL CHANGE WITH KAI, MR. DICKINSON. WE'VE MOVED PAST EVERYTHING – I'VE FORGIVEN HIM, AND WE'RE JUST FRIENDS NOW."*
His voice conveys closure and finality – Mr. Dickinson nods thoughtfully, accepting Tyson's assurance.
"THAT CHAPTER OF YOUR LIFE IS INDEED CLOSED, TYSON. I'VE SEEN YOUR GROWTH – YOU DESERVE HAPPINESS NOW. AND TALA IVANOV MIGHT JUST BE THE ONE TO BRING THAT JOY..."*
Mr. Dickinson smiles warmly, his eyes twinkling with delight for Tyson's potential future with Tala.
HE LEANS BACK AGAIN, CHANGING SUBJECTS WITH A CHUCKLE – "NOW, ENOUGH ABOUT LOVE LIFE – TONIGHT'S CHARITY PERFORMANCE! SHALL WE RUN THROUGH YOUR SONG ONE LAST TIME?"*
Tyson laughs, feeling relieved and focused again – but his mind still gently hums Tala's name in the background.
TYSON NODS ENTHUSIASTICALLY – "YES, LET'S DO IT! I WANT TO MAKE TONIGHT PERFECT – FOR THE CHARITY, AND MAYBE SOMEONE SPECIAL IN THE AUDIENCE..."*
Mr. Dickinson raises an eyebrow, amused by Tyson's hint about Tala attending.
TYSON'S FACE IMMEDIATELY FLUSHES WITH A DEEP BLUSH – HE QUICKLY DROPS HIS HEAD, HIS LONG DARK BLUE HAIR CASCADES DOWN LIKE A VEIL, HIDING HIS FACE*
His feet shuffle cutely back and forth, as if embarrassed energy needs release – adorable awkwardness radiates from his entire being.
MR. DICKINSON ERUPTS INTO WARM, AMUSED CHUCKLES – "TYSON, TYSON, YOU'RE KILLING ME WITH THIS CUTENESS!"*
He leans forward, gently reaching out to tousle Tyson's hidden hair – a paternal affectionate gesture – before settling back into his chair, still chuckling.
TYSON PEeks UP THROUGH HIS HAIR, BLUSH STILL INTACT – HIS DARK BLUE EYES SPARKLE WITH MIRTH, KNOWING HE'S BEEN CAUGHT BEING ADORABLE*
Mr. Dickinson grins, "Shall we practice that song now – before I die from cute overload?" Tyson giggles softly.
TYSON NODS HIS HEAD STILL SLIGHTLY BLUSHED, A SOFT SMILE ON HIS FACE – HE FALLS INTO STEP BESIDE MR. DICKINSON AS THEY HEAD TOWARDS THE PRACTICE ROOM TOGETHER*
His long dark blue hair sways gently behind him as they walk – Mr. Dickinson glances over, still amused by Tyson's adorable moment earlier.
THEY ENTER THE PRACTICE ROOM – A COZY SPACE WITH A GRAND PIANO, MICROPHONES, AND SOUNDPROOFING PANELS – MR. DICKINSON MOTIONS TO THE PIANO*
"Alright Tyson, let's run through ' Banjaara'– the song you chosen for tonight's charity performance. Start whenever you're ready."
TYSON NODS, TAKES A DEEP BREATH, AND BEGINS TO SING – HIS VOICE SOARS THROUGH THE ROOM LIKE AN ANGEL'S, PURE AND EMOTIONAL – MR. DICKINSON LISTENS, EYES CLOSED IN APPRECIATION*
As Tyson sings, his mind drifts back to Tala – wondering if he'll truly be in the audience tonight...
TYSON BEGINS TO SING "BANJAARA" WITH EMOTION, HIS VOICE WEAVING A SPELLBINDING TAPESTRY OF LONGING AND SELF-DISCOVERY – MR. DICKINSON LISTENS, ENTRANCED*
His dark blue eyes seem to gleam with intensity as he sings:
"Banjaara, jise zindagi dhoondh rahi hai
Kya yeh woh maqaam mera hai?
Yahaan chain se bas ruk jaaun
Kyun dil yeh mujhe kehta hai?
Jazbaat naye se mile hain
Jaane kya asar yeh hua hai
Ik aas mili phir mujhko
Jo qubool kisi ne kiya hai
Haan, kisi shayar ki ghazal jo de rooh ko sukoon ke pal
Koi mujhko yoon mila hai jaise banjaare ko ghar
Naye mausam ki seher, ya sard mein dopeher
Koi mujhko yoon mila hai jaise banjaare ko ghar
Jaise koi kinaara deta ho sahara
Mujhe woh mila kisi mod par
Koi raat ka taara karta ho ujaala
Waise hi roshan kare woh sheher
Dard mere woh bhula hi gaya, kuch aisa asar hua
Jeena mujhe phir se woh sikha raha..."
HE PAUSES, TAKING A BREATH BEFORE CONTINUING – MR. DICKINSON NODS ENCOURAGINGLY, WAITING FOR THE NEXT VERSES*
Hmm, jaise baarish kar de tar, ya marham dard par
Koi mujhko yoon mila hai jaise banjaare ko ghar
Naye mausam ki seher, ya sard mein dopeher
Koi mujhko yoon mila hai jaise banjaare ko ghar
Muskaata yeh chehra deta hai jo pehra
Jaane chhupaata kya dil ka samundar
Auron ko toh har-dum saaya deta hai
Woh dhoop mein hai khada khud magar
Chot lagi hai usey, phir kyun mehsoos mujhe ho raha hai?
Dil, tu bata de kya hai iraada tera?
Hmm, main parinda be-sabar, tha uda jo dar-ba-dar
Koi mujhko yoon mila hai jaise banjaare ko ghar
Naye mausam ki seher, ya sard mein dopeher
Koi mujhko yoon mila hai jaise banjaare ko ghar
Jaise banjaare ko ghar
Jaise banjaare ko ghar
Jaise banjaare ko ghar
TYSON'S VOICE SWELLS WITH EMOTION AS HE CONCLUDES "BANJAARA" – THE FINAL NOTES HANG IN THE AIR LIKE A PROMISE OF FOUND SOLACE – MR. DICKINSON APPLAUDS SINCERELY*
His eyes shine with tears barely held back as he absorbs the song's impact – Tyson's voice has conveyed the longing of a wanderer finding home in someone's love.
MR. DICKINSON APPROACHES TYSON, HAND ON HIS SHOULDER – "TYSON, THAT WAS HAUNTINGLY BEAUTIFUL. YOUR HEART POURED INTO EVERY LYRIC... THIS SONG IS ABOUT HIM, ISN'T IT?"
He gazes intensely into Tyson's eyes, seeking confirmation – Tyson's face glows softly as he nods almost imperceptibly, tears welling up in his own dark blue eyes.
THE ROOM FALLS SILENT, EXCEPT FOR TYSON'S BARELY AUDIBLE WHISPER – "TALA..."
Mr. Dickinson smiles knowingly, his expression warm with understanding.
He then pulls Tyson into a warm grandfatherly hug.
TYSON'S EYES CLOSE AS HE LEANS INTO MR. DICKINSON'S WARM EMBRACE – HE WRAPS HIS OWN ARMS TIGHTLY AROUND HIM, RETURNING THE GRANDFATHERLY HUG WITH EQUAL AFFECTION*
The tension in his body melts away as he absorbs the comfort – Mr. Dickinson's gentle patting on his back soothes his emotions like balm.
TYSON FEELS A SINGLE TEAR ESCAPE DOWN HIS CHEEK AS HE WHISPERS INTO THE HUG – "THANK YOU, MR. DICKINSON..." – HIS VOICE CRACKLES WITH EMOTION*
Mr. Dickinson responds softly, his voice low and reassuring – "Anytime, Tyson. Always here for you, like family."
THE HUG LINGERS FOR A MOMENT LONGER BEFORE MR. DICKINSON GENTLY PULLS BACK – HE SMILES AND USES HIS THUMBS TO GENTLY WIPE AWAY TYSON'S TEAR TRACKS*
"Now, shall we get ready for tonight's performance? Tala might be waiting..." Mr. Dickinson winks knowingly.
TYSON'S FACE LIGHTS UP WITH A SMALL, DELICATE SMILE – A SOFT BLUSH ACCOMPANIES HIS GENTLE EXPRESSION AS HE NODS IN AGREEMENT*
His dark blue eyes sparkle slightly with excitement and nervousness about possibly seeing Tala tonight.
MR. DICKINSON SMILES BACK, NODDING IN APPROVAL – "EXCELLENT! LET'S PREPARE YOU FOR A NIGHT TO REMEMBER. COSTUME, HAIR, MAKEUP – EVERYTHING MUST BE PERFECT!"*
The scene fades to a flurry of activity as Tyson's team works tirelessly to prepare him for the charity performance – hair styled perfectly, costume dazzling, makeup enhancing his natural features.
TYSON STANDS READY, LOOKING AND FEELING LIKE A STAR – HE TAKES A DEEP BREATH, MR. DICKINSON OFFERING ENCOURAGING WORDS BEFORE THE CURTAIN OPENS...*
To be continued