How could Thomas compete with that? It would only make him more anxious and insecure, Virgil just knew this. Who didn’t dream of playing the Phantom of the opera? Everyone would want to try out for the part. Even just going to the audition would be nerve-wrecking. Virgil wasn’t sure he wanted to agree to that. And if Thomas got the role, there would be so much pressure on him. The Phantom was such an iconic role, there was so much to it, and if Thomas messed it up… it would be a disaster.
Virgil argued against it, as the mere thought of it made his anxiety grow. He remembered being in his own room, in a discussion with the other sides about whether they should let Thomas take part in an audition for a role in Phantom of the Opera – an audition for the Phantom – or not. To be fair, Virgil wasn’t sure exactly what caused this punishment this time. It was his own damn fault he’d been trapped in there. He’d panic and cry and beg to be let out, knowing that his pleas would have no use. It was small and dark and he felt so trapped and he just wanted to get out but he knew he couldn’t get out unless they wanted him to. He was sat on the floor of the closet that the other side had trapped him in.
His voice was weak, strained from having protested for what must have been hours. “Open the door,” Virgil muttered softly, leaning against the door, his eyes squeezed shut.
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