Evan Hansen was waiting silently in the wings, wishing he hadn't signed up for his community theatre's First Ever Gender-Bent Phantom Of The Opera! It wasn't the fact that he auditioned that made him so upset with himself. It was more the sad fact of: "Oh, my god. I got the lead." And now, if he were being completely, utterly truthful, he would take it back in a heartbeat. It wasn't even because Evan thought that playing Christine was a bad thing. It was more that being Christine involved a four octave, give or take, vocal range, that Evan hat to preserve and keep utterly perfect.

And now it was closing night, Evan had drunk about four cups of tea before the show's opening, and there were broadway scouts in the audience.

Evan loved performing. The stage was the one place he felt comfortable. It was as if, he wasn't Evan anymore, and that allowed him to escape himself for a while. But when casting directors and talent scouts are nitpicking your every move, would you not get a bit afraid to go on?

At least that night was their biggest audience yet. He liked big audiences. They offered less time after the show for direct judgement. He would stage door every night, and he would always get the usual: "Stick to Men's parts." But it was much worse when there was a smaller audience, allowing more time for people to critique and criticize his every move.

"Christian Daaé could sing it." That was his cue. "He's been taking lessons from a great teacher." His costar, Jeremy hummed, nudging Evan center stage.

"What, A chorus boy?" A girl by the name of Azure chimed, looking directly at Evan, sighing. "Andrea this is doing nothing for my nerves."

Evan acted like he was hurt by the comment, but in all seriousness, he was staring out into the audience, his hands shaking as he began to sing.

Think of me
Think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye.

His eyes scanned the audience, slowly adjusting to the pitch black darkness. He looked ones for anyone to focus on.

Remember me
Once in a while
Please promise me you'll try.

Evan felt his heart rate speed up, looking at the black camera in the back of the room, recording his performance, which he could only guess was to review later. Oh, God.

When you find
That once again you long
To take your heart back and be free

Evan let his voice swiftly climb to the high note, not a crack to be found. He smiled widely when he realized that the tea he drank only hours before was doing its job.

If you ever find a moment
Spare a thought for me.

He let the music take over what e felt at that moment, stepping further upstage, leaving the judge mental faces of his costars characters behind. He felt his lips twitch into a smile when he looked out again.

We never said
Our love was evergreen
Or as unchanging as the sea.

And then his life was nearly ruined.

But if you can still remember
Stop and think of me.

There, sitting in the audience, was Evan's high school sweetheart: Jared Kleinman, pencil in hand staring at Evan with a smile on his face and a notebook in his lap.

Think of all the things we've shared and seen
Don't think about the way things might have been

Think of me
Think of me waking
Silent and resigned

Imagine me
Trying too hard to
Put you from my mind.

Evan nearly choked, remembering how he and Jared had loved each other so much, until Jared had moved to New York with his family. He never thought he'd see him again, and now, here he is, his eyes gleaming with Evan's reflection in them.

Recall those days
Think back on all those times
Think of the things we'll never do.

There will never be a day
When I don't think of you.

—

Jared Kleinman was the proudest man alive, seeing the love of his life belt out a high E major onstage.

He had no intention of knowing the Cast. He hadn't even glanced at the program. His job was simply to observe and recruit. When he began his observation, the show seemed mediocre at best, but the Evan Hansen in all his glory, marched onto the stage, and made him nearly drop his pencil.

He still remembered the day he left. It was cold and wet, and there were so many tears in Evan's eyes when he packed the final box into the car and said, "I'll wait for you."

Jared had no doubt in his mind that Evan would wait.

Can it be
Can it be Evan?

"Bravo!"

Long ago
It seems so long ago
How young and we were

He may not remember me
But I remember—

—

Flowers fade
The fruits of summer fade
They have their seasons so do we

Evan had tears in his eyes as he approached the end of the song, staring directly at Jared, who was mouthing the words with him.

Evan waited for him.

He came back.

But please promise me that sometimes
You will think of me.

Evan bowed quickly, his head spinning as he ran offstage, turning off his mic and beginning to bawl. The show went on as planned, though Evan cried off most of his makeup.

The sad thing was, three was no stage dooring on closing night.

Evan was stuck, heading back to his own dressing room, wishing that he could go see Jared. "He's not here for you, Evan. Just fix your stuff so you can go home," he sighed, beginning to wipe the makeup off of his face. His head screamed at him to get a grip, but Evan was in love all over again, with the same man, that he would never see again.

Knock knock knock

"Evan!" It was his co-star, and friend, Connor Murphy. "Someone is here to see you. Can I let them in."

Evan shook his head, splashing his face and wiping his eyes. He took a deep breath. "Yeah, Connor, go ahead." He turned around, not facing the door, not wanting to face the person coming in. He wasn't interested in signing programs or pictures, or even broadway offers. He just wanted Jared.

"Little Acorn," a voice chimes softly.

Evan's heart pounded at the nickname. He turned around, quickly, nearly falling out of his chair. "Jared."

Jared sprinted toward Evan, sweeping him off his feet and pulling him into a soft, happy kiss. "I told you I'd come back for you."

"How long are you here?" Evan whispered. He didn't care in that moment, because Jared was in his arms, and he was happy.

"Just the weekend." Jared frowned. "But get this: so, like I sent a video copy of your rendition of Think Of Me to my boss in New York and honey he wants you to come back with me." He whispered.

"Who's your boss?" Evan whispered, resting his head on Jared's shoulder.

"You'll meet him soon enough, but he is a casting Director, and he likes you." Jared squeaked, pulling Evan closer. "The first time I get to hear your voice and you're serenading me with that piece of art." He gawked.

"Jared, I need time to pack, and, like, adjust. This is all happening so fast."

"I'll help you pack, babe. Think of it: the start of something new. You could move in with me. We could be happy together. God, I've been waiting for you for so long. What do you say."

"Fuck Yeah."

—a/n—

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