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This time, something clicked, not fully, not cleanly, but enough that the room seemed to lean in. Voices layered instead of competing. The song began to breathe.

I felt it then, the familiar instinct to adjust, to compensate, to pull things into alignment by force of will.

Against habit, I didn’t. I held my line and trusted the others to find theirs.

The sound that resulted wasn’t perfect, but it was better.

Theo stopped us with a satisfied nod. “There. That’s it.”

Julian frowned. “It felt exposed.”

“Yes,” Theo said. “Good.”

Elliott let out a slow breath. “I had to stop trying so hard.”

Theo smiled. “Exactly.”

I stood there, the bass still resonating in my chest, and felt the parallel land with uncomfortable precision.

Holding wasn’t the same as controlling. It required trust. Attention. The willingness to let others meet you halfway instead of dragging them into position.

Theo caught my eye again, but this time without a hint of smugness. “We’ll get there. As a group.”

I nodded, my jaw tight. Somewhere between the low notes and the imperfect harmony, I realised something I hadn’t wanted to articulate yet.

This was what Quinn did. He didn’t pull at my structure. He didn’t fight it. He listened. And he found the space where we could sound better together.

I exhaled slowly, the last note fading.

Harmony wasn’t about losing control. It was about choosing not to sing alone.

That was going to take some getting used to.

Theo didn’t stop us when Finnley came in early, which was enough to make half the room glance up. Finnley froze mid-phrase, his eyes wide, already braced for correction that didn’t come.

Theo just tilted his head, listening.

We finished the run, ragged in places, better in others, and when the last note faded, Theo nodded.

“Again,” he said. “But don’t apologise this time. Adjust.”

Julian blinked. “Was that… permission?”

“Yes. We’re building, not policing.” Theo’s voice was calm.

Zane squinted at him. “Who are you, and what have you done with Captain Clipboard?”

Theo smiled. “I’m still him. I’m just less interested in strangling the process.”

The words landed in my head like a quiet echo.

Liam hummed thoughtfully. “It does feel different.”

“Yeah,” Milo agreed. “There’s more space.”

Theo stepped into the middle of us instead of standing apart, his posture easy.

“Harmony isn’t obedience,” he said. “It’s trust. If someone slips, we support the line instead of punishing it.”