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?”

At some point, they had to stop. It was too much; Techie’s voice rasped and throat ached, shockingly parched. He put his instrument down, they all did, as the wild applause died down. He smiled, utterly exhausted but proud.