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?”
Techie picked up his sax, the weight of it no longer feeling so unbearable (literally AND metaphorically). He nods and waits for Hux to begin, alert for when he should start.
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?”
The roars of applause and cheers gifted him some courage; he took Hux’s hand and stood up, wiping his red-rimmed eyes. “If I’m g-gonna go back out there… C-can I have you two close by? My legs are, uh, shaking r-really hard!”
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 took deep, shuddering breaths against Hux until his breathing evened out and his sobs subsided into little hiccups. “I screwed up th-the song,” Techie frowned, but the weight on his chest lessened. Hux was here. He was okay, for now.
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?”
All he could do was sob brokenly, huddled up on the ground. His lungs ached, there wasn’t enough air for him in this place, the spring in his chest felt about to burst out and make him bleed out to death, why, why, why?
Techie didn’t KNOW why sometimes, out of nowhere, the crushing weight of being alive and knowing you could die at any moment slammed into his thin shoulders and made him cry his eyes out.
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?”
Despite Hux’s encouragement, Techie went pale, so very pale, and his vision started going hazy. Was he crying? There was no way for him to know; an anxiety attack crept up behind him and put him in a headlock.
The sax drops to the ground, he’s shaking, the room is tilting. Escape! He needs to get out, now, before it’s too late. Techie runs out the room as fast as his legs can take him, sobbing, out of breath, useless, he’s so useless…
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.
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?”
Wiping his brow, he nodded quickly and readied to play once more. Alderaan Blues was another powerful, sorrowful song, and Techie infused the melody with his own insecurities and fears; A few times a tear slipped out the corner of his eyes.
But when it came time to improvise, Techie added in a note of hope: soft murmurs of a better future.
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 swallowed hard, determined. Ruining this good start would suck! “Wh-what should I play? Anything?”
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 let out a surprised shriek of… Joy? Even Techie wasn’t sure, but he held tight to Hux as his brother hugged him warmly. Muffled, against Hux’s hair, he asked, “Wh-when we do play again?”
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