Stay (BTS x Reader-Polyamorous romance)

Chapter 53

Yoongi POV:

"Yoongi?  You got a minute?"  I turned at the sound of my name to see Michael, the hybrid who owned the music school standing behind me. 

"Sure.  What's up?" 

Michael tucked his hands in his pockets.  "You know that Fine Arts Festival coming up?  The one where your students are performing at?"  I nodded my head, curious as to where this was leading.  "Well... the committee contacted me and asked if we had any adult musicians who would be willing to perform.  I know it's only a few days away and it's not much time, but I would really like you to perform."

My mouth dropped open at his words.  "You want what?"

Michael gave me a smile, one that was reassuring.  "I overheard you playing in the studio the other night after Tammy left.  You have a raw talent Yoongi and it's something I think you should share with the world.  As much as I love having you here, you deserve bigger and better things.  This might be enough to get your name out there, get your talent out there."

Stunned by his words, I stood there for a moment, not sure what to think, what to say.  Michael was a talented musician in his own right, performing locally with a couple of his friends in a small band.  For him to say I was talented meant something to me, meant more than I wanted it to.  "Are... are you sure?"

Nodding his head, Michael grinned. "Absolutely.  You're so good with the kids, but I can't help but think that you should be on a stage somewhere, performing in front of crowds."

Touched by his words, I ducked my head.  "I've... I've never had any official training.  I just... just taught myself to play."

"And that's what makes you so good.  Your talent is so pure and natural, unlike anything I've ever seen and I've seen some of the best.  You could be one of the best."  Michael ran a hand through his hair.  "The committee needs an answer by tomorrow.  So will you take tonight and think it over?  Let me know in the morning?"

"Of course." 

Michael grinned and placed a hand on my shoulder.  "And I mean it Yoongi.  I want to see you on the stage.  Not sitting in the wings."  Giving me one last smile, Michael headed back towards his office, leaving me standing alone in the hallway, surprised by what had just taken place.

Walking back into the practice room, I packed up my bag, ready to head home and see my mates.  I wanted to share the news with them, get their take on it, and see what they thought about it all.  Would they agree that I was good enough?  Shaking my head, I couldn't help but laugh at myself.  None of my mates had ever heard me play.  If I performed at the Fine Arts Festival, it would be the first time they saw me.  Would they like it?  Would they be disappointed in me?  Would I embarrass them?  I couldn't help but worry as I walked out of the school.

Unlocking my car, I tossed my bag in the backseat then climbed in, starting the engine.  As I drove home, I thought about how my life had changed so drastically just in the last few months.  I had gone from being alone in the circus, abused, starving, and lonely.  Now I had seven mates who I loved completely.  There was no shortage of love and affection, no shortage of attention.  I could climb in anyone's bed and feel completely welcome, feel completely loved and I knew I wouldn't trade this life for anything. 

The idea of being recognized for my music scared me.  Would it take me away from my mates?  Would they decide they didn't want me anymore?  I shook my head at my own silly thoughts.  They loved me.  I knew they did.  Although I had been worried about it in the beginning, I needed to trust them, to know that they wouldn't leave me, that when they said they loved me they meant it, that their words were sincere.