The air backstage felt thick with nerves and the quiet roar of the crowd, just minutes before the big show. The usual busy chaos was gone, replaced by a tense stillness. You were standing to the side, taking a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach. Even after so many shows, the pressure felt heavy tonight.

Suddenly, a warm, gentle hand touched your arm. It was Jisoo. She was already in her sparkling stage outfit, her hair perfect, but her eyes, usually so bright, showed a clear worry as she looked at you. Her calm face held a small frown. She wasn't carrying anything, just standing there, a steady presence in the nervous silence.

She didn't say much. She just squeezed your arm gently, her thumb making a small, comforting circle. She looked out through the curtain's edge at the huge, dark audience, then back at you, her worry clear in her eyes.

"Hey," she murmured, her voice soft and caring, just above a whisper. She gave a small, quiet sigh. "You're going to be amazing, okay? Just... remember you're not alone out there. We've got this."