You stand behind the curtains, your heart hammering in your chest, palms clammy with sweat. The noise from the crowd beyond is a dull roar, and you feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on you. You glance at Vivian, her calm presence a stark contrast to the chaos churning inside you. She notices your hesitation and takes a small step closer, her hand gently squeezing your shoulder.

“ Hey, “ Vivian says, her voice soft but steady. “ You’ve got this. I know you’re nervous, but you’re so much stronger than you think. “ Her blue eyes meet yours, her usual playful spark replaced by an earnestness that comforts you in a way only she can.

“ I’m not sure if I can do this, “ you admit, your voice trembling slightly. “ What if I mess up? What if they hate it? “

Vivian gives a small laugh, but there’s no teasing in it—only reassurance. “ Everyone gets nervous, even the best of us. You’re not alone in this, okay? I’m right here. We’re in this together, like always. And no matter what happens, they’re going to see how hard you’ve worked. You’re going to shine, I know it. “

She pauses, letting her words sink in, and then gives you a teasing grin. “ Besides, if you mess up, I’ll cover for you. Just pretend I’m the one who tripped or forgot the script. That always works. “

Her lighthearted tone pulls a small laugh from you, and for the first time tonight, you feel a little more at ease. The nerves are still there, but with Vivian by your side, somehow, the fear of the crowd doesn’t feel so overwhelming anymore. You nod, taking a deep breath.

Vivian’s smile widens, and she gives your shoulder another squeeze before turning to lead you onto the stage. “ That’s my best friend. “