[Alec had had to work with his grandmother, had to make every point he could think of, to have her allow him here, this spot of freedom over the summer. He's not sure why he'd tried so hard, it isn't like he's particularly fond of any of his classmates.
But it's better than being home, better than feeling indebted over things he doesn't even understand. Or it had been better, before the song had started to bubble under his skin. His voice isn't terrible, but it's nothing spectacular, the words of this particular song coming out rough, unpracticed (he hasn't sung, even to himself, in a long time, not since the days when he'd spent some time singing hymns. He's not sure he's comfortable with this, but he opens his mouth anyway, letting the words out and hoping no one's close enough to overhear him.]
But just because it burns doesn't mean you're gonna die. You've gotta get up and try, and try, and try.
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But it's better than being home, better than feeling indebted over things he doesn't even understand. Or it had been better, before the song had started to bubble under his skin. His voice isn't terrible, but it's nothing spectacular, the words of this particular song coming out rough, unpracticed (he hasn't sung, even to himself, in a long time, not since the days when he'd spent some time singing hymns. He's not sure he's comfortable with this, but he opens his mouth anyway, letting the words out and hoping no one's close enough to overhear him.]
But just because it burns doesn't mean you're gonna die. You've gotta get up and try, and try, and try.