Chapter Seven
*3rd Person*
From then on, Patton would always ask Virgil questions, a few examples being
"So is Bow an actual side?"
"Well , Yeah, Just they don't represent pride, or look like what I did"
And
"Why did you hide it from us?"
"Well, um, y'know.."
"...anxiety.." Virgil mumbled, barely audible, but audible enough for Patton to hear.
As well as,
"Would you like to make some cookies with me?"
"Oh, uh, sure"
Oh, sorry, off topic!
But you get the idea.
(Virgil's P.O.V)
So, I thought, maaaybee, it would be a good idea to listen to the Hamilton soundtrack a couple hours until we started recording for another live, since y'know, 'I' missed out on most of it.
Turns out, my idea wasn't that great, as the livestream came a little earlier than I thought it would, so, I ended up in front of millions of people, eating vanilla rainbow icecream (it actually exists), and crying and singing along to 'Stay Alive Reprise' while my voice was cracking audibly with my longest oversized sweater.
Let's just say, when I saw the others after my eyes stopped watering I was embarrassed and the others obviously looked shocked, Patton was either acting surprised or surprised that I actually came out of my room with my pastel stuff on, Logan and Roman obviously both surprised that I wear pastel, and Thomas was shocked as well but he also looked cheery.
Oh well oh mighty, will I have some explaining to do. And I do NOT like explaining things.
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