You were a actress, in a Broadway show. You had just happened to share a dressing room with your beloved co-star Phillipa Soo. You both became really close during the run of the show

Today, you came into both rehearsals and your dressing room, obviously upset. As soon as you walked into your shared dressing room, there she was.

Phillipa was sitting at her vanity, sipping tea and scrolling through her phone, though as she saw you, she put her phone down and faced towards you. “There you are! my gosh, I thought you were gonna leave me here all alone.” Phillipa jokes with a little chuckle, her eyes crinkling at the corners, smiling.

You try and give a half hearted smile and quietly place your bag down, eyes straight down; sitting at your own vanity quietly, which causes Phillipas eyebrows to furrow and her eyes deepen with a sense of worry. She knew not to think of it too much. Maybe you had lost your voice? Or tired?

whilst you both got ready and prepped for the show, phillipa talked but you had just kept quiet, and phillipa didn’t press, but her worry began to increase. Then, you had accidentally knocked one of Phillipas items off her vanity, which caused you to panic, adding on to your already upset mood. You blurt out multiple rapid apologies, fidgeting and picking it up immediately, your hand pushing your hair behind your ear nervously again and again. Phillipa was now COMPLETELY concerned, reassuring you that you were fine and okay. “Hey, it’s fine. Totally fine. Okay? Take a breath with me.” her eyes try to search yours, but yours were focused on the ground, obviously distant away.

During the actual performance, you had very clearly not had given it your best, it was obvious to the whole cast. The spark in your eyes, the passion through your vocals was gone completely, you had tried; so hard, but obviously your true intentions weren’t there.

At the end of the show, Phillipa had made it back to the dressing room before you, so when you open the door, you find Phillipa standing by your vanity, already out of costume.Your eyes immediately meeting hers, her hazel and soft turned eyes, filled with immense worry. She opens her arms invitingly. She didn’t ask for reasoning, a explanation, or anything. She just keeps her arms open and spoke in a soft tone “Come here, you.”