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Vi’s P.O.V.
4:40. They were supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Oh well. Kelly probably said something about my past and they coincidentally had an “emergency” and had to leave. It wouldn’t be the first time. I sigh. I shouldn’t be so negative; maybe they’re genuinely running late. Might as well stay down here in case. Since there’s nothing better to do, I walk towards the piano. I was supposedly gonna meet a couple that was interested in adopting me today (for the millionth time), so I was camped out in the “meeting” room. I sit down and begin playing Ingenue, Dan Howell style. I didn’t really like the actual song, honestly. I only liked they way Dan played it so that’s the way I learned it- even though he played it “wrong”. I start playing as usual, but partway through I began to get deep in thought, and whenever I do that while playing anything, I kinda vent my feelings through the way I play. When I finished I felt better. But only for a moment. The second I stopped playing, I was startled by clapping coming from behind me. I instantly looked up into the mirror hanging on the wall to see two pairs of long legs by the door. I realised they must belong to that couple. HOLY CRAP. HOW LONG WERE THEY STANDING THERE?! I try to push the bench away from the piano but I did it so fast that I ended up tipping it over instead...with me still sitting on it. I curse under my breath and picked it back up before smoothing my long hair and adjusting the shoulder of my oversized sweater that kept slipping slipping off. “Wow, great first impression. I’m really sorry,” I apologized, embarrassed. Then I looked up for the first time. It’s amazing how much can change in a moment. Never in a kajillion years would I have ever thought that I would see these two people that I adored so much. When I looked up, I looked up into the beaming faces of my heroes. I looked into the brilliant, bright blue eyes of Philip Michael Lester, and the warm, friendly brown eyes of Daniel James Howell. Then I lost it.