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The crowd was having their own conversations, waiting for the show to begin. They still had fifteen minutes until it began.
Roman was sitting in his dressing room, head in his hands as he breathed quickly. He couldn’t do it. Why was he so scared? He knew all his lines, blocking, choreo, cues, props, so why was he horrified? Normally he wasn’t this nervous before he went on stage. The worst part was, he couldn’t even cry the fear out or else his makeup would be ruined.
As he hyperventilated, holding back the teardrops falling from his eyes, he heard a knock on the door.
“Ro? Can I come in?” Virgil asked, not bothering for a response. He peaked the door open, seeing the actor panicking.
“I don’t know why I’m so scared, emo.. I just..” His voice broke in that moment, trying to choke back the tears.
Virgil wished he knew what to do, but he wasn’t good at these types of things! Patton was the one who comforted his friends, not Virgil. So, all he could do was one thing. It’s something he didn’t usually do, mostly because it made him uncomfortable, but he wrapped his arms around the upset boy.
Roman looked up at him, his eyes sparkling with tears. In that moment, he couldn’t help but break.
“I can’t do this Virgil.. I don’t feel ready.. what if I mess up?”
“Princey.. you never mess up. And if you do, you cover it up perfectly. Know why? Because you are perfect. We won’t care anyways. We’ll know that you’re trying your hardest for what you’re passionate about.” The normally anxious boy stated. He honestly admired how well Roman could act. It was something he could never do.
“Thank you Virge. You’re a good friend.” Roman squeezed him a little tight before letting go. He stared at himself in the mirror, taking a deep breath. “I’m ready now.”
“You’re always ready, sir-sing-a-lot.”