Silas's POV
"Don't tell me you're shy. Silas, if you're embarrassed to practice in front of me, how will you perform in front of an audience?"
"You know everything is over when you can't even perform in front of people."
I looked down and thought to myself—that yes, he was right. Why was I feeling embarrassed?
I shouldn't feel embarrassed. I should be brave. So, without saying anything, I started practicing again.
And while dancing, when my eyes glanced at Damon, he was smiling at me.
His face looked proud. I don't think he was proud of my dance. He must've been thinking something else.
Even after Damon came, nothing changed. I practiced for a whole hour.
When I stopped, he handed me a water bottle and a towel to wipe my sweat.
I was really thirsty, so I grabbed the bottle and started drinking. Just then, I felt a touch. I stopped and saw that he was wiping my neck.
"Mr. Damon, you don't need to do that. I'll do it myself."
