Techie squeaked and almost dropped it, catching it again and steadying it upon his lap. “H-Hux! I, ah, I j-just- wanted t-to try it,” he said weakly, eyebrows scrunched up together.
After a little pause, he asked, cautiously optimistic, “W-was I any g-good?”
When the song was done, Techie grinned wide despite the somber melody, high on the euphoria of playing. He turned to Hux, cheeks flushed and eyes vibrant. “I did g-good, didn’t I?” He puffed his chest out, proud.
It was so rare he felt good about himself! His fingers itched to pick up the sax again, and soon.
Hux smiled broadly, a feat he hadn’t done for a long time.
“Techie, you were amazing. Welcome to the band. Honestly, I’ve never heard a sax player as amazing as you. Where did you learn to play like that?”
He mirrored Hux’s elated expression and laughed. “I w-watched you guys, mostly. Quietly, though! I never told you I did, but… this turned out g-great!” Techie placed the sax down gently and got closer to Hux and Phasma, excited.
“I’m in the band?! Y-you mean it?!”
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