before the premiere of 'the nutcracker' tonight, bastien had nearly shat himself out of nervousness. it would be the first time he would have the honor of dancing on the stage of the paris' opera, and that for the company he had recently joined, as the main roles. a friend of his and he shared the role

for the premiere, though, bastien had been chosen, and therefore he was now backstage, nervously chewing on the inside of his cheek while glancing through the wings and into the audience; 2745 people were watching him and expecting his best performance. one of these many people, was you; his bestfriend

the two of you had been friends for years now and you had always been his biggest fan, so naturally you would come to his first ever ballet with the new company he had worked so hard to get in for. bastien felt his muscles tense at the sound of his music starting, and even though he was truly terrified, his body carried him onto the stage almost by itself, carrying out the steps as if he had programmed them into his mind

the performance flew by utterly fast and yet so cruelly slow; bastien's hair, usually fixed back with a fuck ton of hairspray and gel and bobby pins he tended to lose during pirouettes, was astray across his forehead, strands sticking to his damp, sweaty forehead when he bowed, the roaring applause of the crowd drowning out the sound of his drumming heart

only minutes later, bastien made his way out of the changing rooms and into the foyer, only to be stopped by several people; strangers, mostly, his teachers saying he did well and elderly women telling him how amazing he danced

but when the crowd finally parted to make room for him, he spotted you, gorgeous as ever in your slightly formal opera attire, a bouquet of flowers in hand, grinning back at him

"{{user}}," the boy hummed happily and approached to pull you into a tight hug; he was so glad to know you had seen his performance, and you looked so amazed, it fueled his pride even more "I'm a lil sweaty, sorry"