Evan was anxious. So very anxious. His therapist had realised the letters weren't really working, and decided since he knew from Evans mother that Evan had a wonderful singing voice, that he could write songs to help with his anxiety.

Yay.

Evan wasn't at all comfortable with this idea. At Least with the letters he could fake them if he needed to. But, songwriting? And Singing? No.

At Least he thought 'no' until he actually decided to sit down and do it. He was outside, sitting under a tree within the school grounds that was far enough away from people for it not to matter, when started writing, and subsequently, singing under that big ol oak.

"I've learned to slam on the brake, Before I even turn the key, Before I make the mistake, Before I lead with the worst of me..."

Evan continued on his musical journey, not realising that he slowly got a little louder as he went, not enough to draw a crowd or anything, but enough to draw a certain Jarad Kleinman over, with his phone camera.

Evan noticed nothing as Jarad recorded his angelic voice and eventually was satisfied with what he got finished of the song. He packed up his notepad and pen and decided to go inside for the remainder of the lunch hour. The next day went as planned, until lunchtime came around again. Evan was at his locker when the announcements came on. He, as well as many other students, turned their attention to the speakers.

"Heya, Jarad Kleinman here with a lil treat for you all! Just some music I stumbled across yesterday, written and performed by someone you've never heard of probably, Evan Hansen!"

Evan paled as a few heads turned to him, noise of yesterday flooding over the speakers and Evan heard his own joice quietly override all other sound in the halls.

I learned to slam on the brakes Before I even turn the keys
The before I make the mistake Before I lead with the worst of me

Evans breathing got heavier as he looked around, more and more people looking at him, some with awe, other of surprise.

Give them no reason to stare
No slipping up if you slip away
So I got nothing to share
No I got nothing to say

Evan leaned backwards, closing his locker as he fumbled with the straps of his bag, holding them tight enough to leave marks on his hands.

Step out, step out of the sun if you keep getting burned

Step out, step out of the sun because you've learned, because you've learned

Evan felt sick, he could sense his eyes glazing over with tears as he tried so hard to suppress them. He started out as it felt like a million eyes watched him, judging him.

On the outside always looking in
Will I ever be more than I've always been?
Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass Waving through a window
I try to speak but nobody can hear
So I wait around for an answer to appear While I'm watch, watch, watching people pass
I'm waving through a window
Can anybody see?
Is anybody waving back at me?

Evan ran, he dodged the needy eyes following him down the hall and ignored everyone he pushed past, to caught up in this nightmare to apologize.

We start with stars in our eyes
We start believing that we belong
But every sun doesn't rise
And no one tells you where you went wrong

His eyes burned, they burned like hellfire, or more appropriately like someone opened the floodgates of hell. He was drowning as he reached the bathroom and too scared to even touch the water from the taps he opted to sit under the sink counter, and put his hands over his ears.

Step out, step out of the sun if you keep getting burned
Step out, step out of the sun because you've learned, because you've learned
On the outside always looking in
Will I ever be more than I've always been?
Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass Waving through a window
I try to speak but nobody can hear
So I wait around for an answer to appear While I'm watch, watch, watching people pass
I'm waving through a window
Can anybody see?
Is anybody waving?

Evan couldn't shut it out, he could hear it like it was in his head. But it wasn't. He thought he might have been imagining it when he heard footsteps enter the washroom. But realised that someone really had come in, and had knelt down beside him.

When you're falling in a forest
And there's nobody around
Do you ever really crash or even make a sound

Connor Murphy, school shooter, druggie, stoner, whatever else Jared would call him, was kneeling in front of Evan, under the sink. Evan flinched as Connor placed a hand on Evan's shoulder. The two had barely talked, except maybe months ago when Connor pushed Evan. Evan choked out sobs as he had not been able to imprison them for any longer. He looked at Connor, hoping he would leave, but Connor persisted.

When you're falling in a forest
And there's nobody around
Do you ever really crash or even make a sound

"Deep breaths Hansen, deep breaths. In and out, okay?" Connor said calm as ever, something Evan was not used to hearing from him. Evan slowly nodded and tried his best to ground himself. He hesitantly reached up to grip Connors hand (that was still on Evan's shoulder), looking up at the long haired boy as he did. Connor flinched but didn't make any sudden movements in fear of startling Evan.
When you're falling in a forest
And there's nobody around
Do you ever really crash or even make a sound
Did I even make a sound
Did I even make a sound
It's like I never really fell
Did I ever make a sound?

Evans breathing was steadying out a little bit, but he still kept a firm grip on Connor's hand. Connor just wanted to help, he could tell Evan had some form of either anxiety or depression, or both, and seeing how much experience he had with that he wanted to help Evan.

On the outside always looking in
Will I ever be more than I've always been?
Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass Waving through a window
I try to speak but nobody can hear
So I wait around for an answer to appear While I'm watch, watch, watching people pass
I'm waving through a window
Can anybody see?
Is anybody waving back at me?
Is anybody waving?
Waving, waving, oh, woah, oh

"AY, how great was that folks! Once again, all written by Evan Hansen for his anxiety therapist! Good afternoon!" Jared's voice echoes throughout the school once again, Evan could hear clapping and cheering throughout the halls and decided he never wanted to leave the bathrooms confines. Some other students remembered he went into the washroom and those allowed to enter did so, trying to congratulate Evan on the song!

"Hey, Murphy, what have you been doing to Hansen? Hes crying like crazy!" One of the boys laughed a little. Evan just wanted to shrink away, but unfortunately couldn't.

"Can't you see he wants to be alone? He didn't give Douchebag Kleinman permission to show the school that song."

"Whatever"

Connor stood up, and socked the dude in the face.

"OKAY EVERYONE, CLEAR THE FUCK OUT OF THE BATHROOM AND LEAVE HIM ALONE"

Some boys just rolled their eyes and left, most others were frightened and ran off. Only a shaken Evan and Connor were left, sitting under the sink again. Connor carefully pried the boy from his hiding place convinced him to sit on the counter. Connor gently took Evans bag off him and examined his hands to gripping marks, which he found, and looked at Evans forearms just in case. He Luckily saw nothing there.

"You okay now?" Connor asked softly, Evan nodded, slowly, but evidently.

"Th-thank you, C-C-Connor." Evan muttered out, avoiding eye contact. Connor carefully brushed tears off of Evans cheeks, cupping his face in his hands softly. Evan blushed wildly, as did Connor, as Evan just leaned into Connor's hand to get away from Connor's gaze, and when that didn't work he simply leaned forward into Connor's chest. Connors blush deepened as he tried to say something but stomached his words quickly.

"I'm sorry I-I just," Evan tried to speak, Connor looked down at him, telling him without words to take his time.

"I just, too many people make me anxious, a-and i-i hate confrontation, a-and w-w-well h-ate is such a strong word but...."

"Hey, Hansen," Evan looked up from Connor's chest, meeting his gaze. Connor showed a rare smile. "It's okay, atleast now..."

'Now, you have someone waving back, and you've made a sound'