“I am sure they will be on board with it. Between you and me, I feel as if they constantly are trying to prove that they are just as good as I am.” Skylar had always felt as if the other two councilmen were trying a little too hard, he had never asked for all the solos, or the head Warbler position. He was voted those things, and somehow they still saw it as a competition.
“I want nothing more than for us to move past this and focus on the real end goal. A team divided like this cannot succeed. We need to be united.” Skylar hated the fact that even a simple idea can cause such chaos in the group. The change hadn’t even happened and they were already at each other’s throats, more so the council member who continually stole his gavel to bring up insane protests. Bringing his focus back to his coach, Skylar nodded in response to the question. “Of course we do. I speak on behalf of all the Warblers, you have done nothing but support us and let us learn for ourselves, while also guiding us in the correct direction.”
Blaine squinted thoughtfully. He understood the pressure that Skylar was under first hand. But when he was in that spot? Either he was oblivious to the fact that might be happening. Or they were all just in a different mindframe. Whatever it took to win was the name of the game. To perform their best, they put out their best. Just being the so-called embodiment of what the rest of them thought the best was? He loved being what and who he was to the Warblers back then. But it didn’t do much help for restful nights weeks leading up to competitions when the pressure stacked up and all eyes were on you.
Still. They were always there to support him. Lift him up and make him feel good about himself. It was concerning to hear that it might not be the case. Seeing it was one thing. Hearing it from the person in question? That was worrisome. Yet, it should be easy to fix. A matter of distract and focus elsewhere. Like on the current pressing matter of WINNING.
Relief flooded in with Skylar’s reassurance. If he was doing his job correctly so far (in spite of his brain being a muddled mess), then he’d keep pressing forward. “Good. I’m glad. It’s just,” he caught himself and waved off his thoughts. “Not important. What’s important is we get into that room and present the event to the Council. Should we call a meeting now? If you’re comfortable, I’m so on board. First? A coffee break though. Come with me and we’ll iron this out. My treat?”
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