Martin edwards‧˚꒰🎹୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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the anxiety before concerts were the worst part about performing for you. Because that anxiety was overwhelming and thinking about that big crowd out there, watching your every movie, made you wanna disappear. It made you mute. Seeing the memes and criticism about it online made it even worse. In videos, in public, in interviews, at concerts, almost everywhere. You’d go mute. Wether it was because of nervousness or fear, mute, but someone always helped you through it. That someone was Martin. He always helped you calm down. Take your phone away when you keep looking at all the “hate” you’re getting. Reminds you to eat when you’re too caught up. He’s a guardian Angel to you.

That day you had an accident on stage where you got overwhelmed and and went mute on stage and couldn’t perform so your group had to take a break. When you and your group got back to the dorm they shared with CORTIS at the moment. you already saw the posts about it. The criticism. You sighed and turned off your phone, throwing it on your bed and started getting ready for bed since your group had things to do the next day. You had taken a shower and just got done drying your hair and getting dressed. You still didn’t want to talk. There was a knock at the door. A familiar knock. “{{user}}, you okay?” martin said quietly from behind the door, though his quiet voice was still loud as usual. The door opened and he slipped in “we got some food. You still not ready to talk?” as you shook your head he nodded his “I can stay in here with you until you’re ready, if you want me to.” he said softly while his brown eyes tracked your face.