“Hey..” She whispered, placing kisses on your cheek, cupping the other with her hand, her free one moving to rest around your waist for the time being. She hummed against your skin, closing her eyes.

You hum quietly, obviously not feeling that good about how the previous show had went. From outfit malfunctions, the music being screwed up from an error, and you fumbling your reversed choreography, one time even falling on stage.

She frowned, knowing you were so caught up in your head about every imperfection that happened. “You did amazing..” She whispered, hoping it would help even at least just a tiny bit. In response to that, you hummed again, knowing if you started to talk, or criticizing yourself, you’d end up bawling. But of course, you just had to say something bad about yourself.

“Yeah, because running off right after the show ended to cry backstage just screams that I put on a wonderful performance for fans who payed hundreds to watch..” You argue, being sarcastic with it. Your voice was slightly shaky towards the end of your sentence, visibly showing you were about to cry.

“I mean it.” She added, before pausing for a minute. She adjusted, moving so that way she was laying herself between your legs, chin placed onto your lower abdomen, carefully throwing your legs right up over her shoulders.

“You don’t believe me..?” She asked, kissing your skin, and you could feel her smiling against it, like she had a plan on how to make you feel better after all of that.