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?”

Now at ease, he interjected his own solo to the musical mix; playing a complementary sound to fit with Hux and Phasma’s parts. His gaze kept flickering to Phasma, who sang so passionately. He admired her more than anything at that moment.