You scratched your arm, over, and over, and over again. You and Alex were about to perform on stage together, you were filling in for Matt, since he was sick. Alex knew you were anxious, and he tried to calm you down multiple times.

“Love, please stop scratching.” He gently pulled your hand away from your arm. “It’ll be okay, you’ll be in the back, all attention will be on me, it’s okay, you’ll do great, and if you mess up, I’ll make sure to mess up too, okay?” He took your hand, smiling.