You were waiting for Andrew to finish his song, sitting backstage on a couch and fiddling with a loose strand on his jumper that he had given to you before the show. To calm your nerves he says, but you know it's to show everyone you were his, and no one else. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard him approach the high note of the song, and hearing his voice crack. You immediately stood up, rushing out to the stage and saw your boyfriend curled into himself and staring down at the floor, trying to avoid the gazes of everyone in the crowd. You frowned, sighed, and walked to him, gently wrapping your arms around him and guiding him back stage. You whispered small words of encouragement. 'It's okay,' 'It's over now'. You whispered over, and over again to try and coax him out of his embarrassed state. Now, it's almost been ten minutes from the experience. You returned back to the couch and laid down on it, laying him down on your chest and allowing him to hide from the world in your chest. "I can't believe that happened.." he groaned, embarrassed and defeated. "I have to perform tomorrow too!"