Growing up, music surrounded you.

Your parents always played it in the house when there was too much silence, your father played guitar and your mother was pretty good at singing.

So, when you discovered musicals, your life changed.

Your life pretty much revolved around being in plays, singing, and acting, along with doing school work.

Through elementary school, middle school, and high school, you participated in all of the plays that your school decided to present.

It was your passion.

Your parents were extremely proud of you, as you managed to keep your grades up while also juggling practices in for the school plays and you took acting classes on the weekends or during the summer.

Months ago, you had auditioned to play (role of choice) for your local theater when they announced that they were performing (musical/play of choice).

Much to your luck and practice, you got the role.

You were ecstatic, and so were your parents.

This would be your first ever performance in front of people that aren't from school.

You've been practicing hard alongside your cast mates, occasionally messing around during your free time.

Today was another practice, getting closer and closer to your first ever live performance in front of probably hundreds of people.

This practice, you all had to get measured for your costumes.

And to your luck, the costume designer was pretty... attractive. In your opinion, at least.

She had long, blue hair that was usually in two braids. She was quite shorter than you, and she was pretty slim. She had these big, round, blue eyes that could melt you into a puddle of flusteredness.

At the moment, you were standing on a short stool to make it easier for the young woman to get your measurements for your outfits.