‘Oli, Oliver.’ I hear his voice behind me and I turn around, he smiles that same smile that made my heart flutter all those years ago.
‘You forgot your tie.’ Ethan says as he hands over my navy, red and white striped tie.
We’re standing in the atrium of the round where the choir are currently taking a break, we’re eight hours away from the show and cracking this performance has not been easy. We’re all exhausted but we know it’s right there, within our grasp but reaching for it is proving difficult.
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