Our hearts hold our feelings, our minds think those feelings, our lips speak those feelings, and our bodies hide those feelings.
IN WHICH, he found her when he wasn't looking for love, and she found him when she was running away from love.
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Aimeé fixed her Dalton blazer and noticed her hands trembling. She sighed quietly, trying to calm herself.
Even though she and the Warblers became national champions for two consecutive years, she was still nervous since they were competing against fellow powerhouses like Vocal Adrenaline and Portland Scale Blazers, and the talented New Directions.
The three choir groups were already done performing and they went all out. She was very proud of Blaine for his dancing skills, which improved drastically.
She was standing at the side of the stage, fidgeting with her hands when she suddenly heard someone whistle. She stopped fidgeting and looked up to see Sebastian at the other side of the stage, smiling warmly at her.
The other Warblers walked behind him, grinning like idiots and giving her thumbs up.
She smiled happily at them as her nervousness turned into confidence at the sight of them.
"And now, let us welcome the defending national champions from Dalton Academy in Westerville, Ohio. The Warblers!"
As the audience cheered loudly, the lights on stage were turned off. The Warblers walked towards the three stepped stairs and hummed.
Sebastian started singing as he and Aimeé walked towards the stage with two spotlights shined directly on them.
She may be the face I can't forget A trace of pleasure or regret May be the treasure Or the price I have to pay
Aimeé walked past the Warblers as Sebastian stared lovingly at her.
She may be the song that summer sings Maybe the chill that autumn brings Maybe a hundred different things Within the measure of a day
Aimeé stood in the middle of the stage as Sebastian walked towards her and held her hand.
She may be the beauty or the beast Maybe the famine or the feast May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
Aimeé and Sebastian faced each other, their eyes full of love for one another.
She may be the mirror of my dreams The smile reflected in the stream She may not be what she may seem Inside her shell
Sebastian pulled Aimeé to slow dance with him as the two spotlight shined on them and followed their movements.
She who always seems so happy in a crowd, Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No ones allowed to see them when they cry She may be the love that cannot hope to last May come to me from shadows of the past That I'd remember till the day I die She may be the reason I survive The why and wherefore I'm alive The one I'll care for Through the rough and ready years Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears And make them all my souvenirs For where she goes I've got to be The meaning of my life is She
