Finality is an understatement for what Evan felt after boring his eyes into several varieties of books related to Justin Timberlake for plenty of wasted hours on that lazy Saturday morning and completing them. Songbooks, journals, biographies...It all seemed like a bit much for some school Talent Show, but this was much more to Evan. If anything he was doing the bare minimum by researching JT. It was a powerful effort to get into that mindset and basically role-play his way into Justin's role on the stage. This performance had to be perfect, for the crown, for the people, for Kat. He needed her to see just how talented he was if he couldn't get the message across to everyone else. She had to be proud of him, she had to see and he had to win so he'd feel confident enough to ask her to Pearl Street after the show. This medley had to be amazing. He had to know every word, beat, tune...everything he memorized and perfected just gave him brownie points. Not with the audience but with her, with the girl he'd been crushing on since his first week here at RMI. The girl who stuttered when she saw him, made him feel special.

Evan had to go through this boring research on a single Muggle pop star and improve himself in every way to make himself believe he had a chance with her. So it wasn't the school fame, glory, or even the possibility of being a huge 'hottie' on campus that had drove him for all these hours. No, it was Kat, the one girl he felt he had to try for. Yet even she couldn't stop him from tossing the last magazine article about the singer's latest album away- one that his Mother had sent to him along with the others- and sighing in relief. Thank Merlin it was over. There was no way he'd be able to bear reading about another male's attractiveness or vocal ability ever again, whether it was Kat or the Queen of England who he was preparing a performance for.

He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and hoisted his satchel into his lap. Evan retrieved the only item inside now, a worn copy of 'The Lord of the Rings' that he found no reason to replace, and opened it to a random page to clear his mind. He sighed and leaned back for a moment, flipping his dark hair and scanning over the words on the page with his light eyes. It wasn't for a moment that he realized he was indeed tired of reading for once and glanced up, finding a younger girl sitting across from him. How foolish of him to be so immersed in another man to not notice her and store his books in his area. Long and square, the table had luckily kept his mess on his side. Mostly. "Sorry for the mess," he said politely, snatching a fan-written biography from the line separating the halves of the wood.