techiehux:

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?”

He was playing perfectly, caught up in the music, until Techie opened his eyes and caught sight of the audience. All their gazes were trained on him. It was too hot, suddenly; the lights too bright. With a panicky, clumsy movement of his sweat-slick finger, a discordant note slipped out and Techie froze with horror, like a deer in the headlights.