[Of course Eleven stopped to watch each of his friends' performances. Had known Sylv was talented and even when he picked the story for Raida why it resonated with him, why it suited his friend.
But none of that prepared him to be swept up in it, through the song, his chest aching joy to see people participating. His eyes stung when the light was 'restored' and tears finally escaped him to hear 'Raida' speak to the audience.
Eleven stepped back behind the stage and when Sylvando appeared, shot him a weak, accusing glare. His voice held a strained quality to it, but he was smiling]
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But none of that prepared him to be swept up in it, through the song, his chest aching joy to see people participating. His eyes stung when the light was 'restored' and tears finally escaped him to hear 'Raida' speak to the audience.
Eleven stepped back behind the stage and when Sylvando appeared, shot him a weak, accusing glare. His voice held a strained quality to it, but he was smiling]
I have to give a speech tonight, you know.