~The Arcade~DSMP//DNF//fluff

Sing For Me?

"George I-"

"Please? I just think it would make us all feel better, that's all,"

Dream's eyes fell to the ground, he could feel George's hopeful gaze. A soft smile creased George's lips as Dream seemed to make his decision.

"Fine, just let me make sure Doctor Karl isn't gonna tell me music will kill me," Dream said sarcastically. His shoulders relaxed as soon as he heard George's happy giggle.

By this time everyone had woken up because of Tommy and Tubbo, so Dream wandered over to Karl and Alex. Dream smirked at Alex, clearly understanding there was something going on between the two, before turning his attention to Karl.

"So, random question, if I were to theoretically sing or something like that, along with a guitar potentially, would it be a problem? This is all theoretical of course, but I do need an answer," his nerves were getting to him.

"Well, theoretically," Karl made sure to emphasize the word, "as long as you are feeling better, which you seem to be so I'm not worried, it shouldn't be a problem." The smile that creased Karl's cheeks was enough to send Alex into a fit of laughter.

Dream sent a quick glare Alex's way and walked back to George, who was talking with the other three. Ranboo noticed him first, smiling and waving his way.

"Doctor Karl said it's ok," Dream said with a quick smile, his nerves starting to take control of his words. A shiver ran down his spine as he swallowed the lump beginning to form in his throat.

"Sorry, this was our fault wasn't it?" Tubbo asked, not making eye contact.

"No, it's ok. I was gonna tell him anyway, you guys did nothing wrong," Dream reassured. "I'm gonna go get my guitar then."

As soon as Dream walked away, George began asking the trio questions.

"What does he sound like? When did you guys get to listen to him sing? Does he write the songs? What kind of songs are they?"

Ranboo smiled, "he does in fact write the songs, and they seem like mostly heartbreak songs. It was my fault to begin with, I found him in a room singing, and then scared him and needless to say I had to fix his guitar, and then I asked him to sing for me, and we woke up these two." Ranboo gestured to Tubbo and Tommy.

"And his voice," Tubbo started, "I can only describe it as angelic."

George smiled. Alex and Karl caught on to what was going on and eventually joined the others on the floor. Everyone was waiting expectantly when Dream came back from the storage room with the burnt wood guitar, decorated with beautiful golden lightning bolts from where Ranboo had to fix it.

Dream hesitated for a second, before pulling up a chair in front of everyone as if he was a teacher reading a book to a class of young students. He got comfortable, adjusting his strap to fit his posture.

Playing a few open strings, Dream carefully turned a few tuning pegs until his guitar was in perfect tune.

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Y'all really thought? Nah come back next chapter for the actual performance. I'm gonna have a few chapters out today, so it shouldn't be a long wait.

Also, for this reason you get no information on my secret project this chapter ;]

Am I the only one who had a teacher that used to call everyone to the front of the classroom and make us sit on the floor while the teacher read to us? I hope not or that reference will make no sense.