A whole slew of things had been put into perspective for Hugh in the past few months. Everything was changing, either drastically, or simply getting better/worse. And with the Greatest Showman workshop coming up soon in New York, he was working overtime (metaphorically) to get his life in order. But then he was given the news that he had skin cancer, and he had to get it removed if he didn’t want anything horrible to happen. But even if he did, weren’t there still chances of something horrible happening either way?

But he went, and it was removed. And he healed slowly but surely. And then he went to the Greatest Showman workshop and he wasn’t supposed to sing, but he did anyway, for just one song. And, in fact, it was his best performance ever.

Halfway through, Hugh began to get emotional. His life had been so tumultuous. He had cancerous cells removed from his skin, for God’s sake. He was lucky to be alive, even if that is a bit dramatic. He was glad to be alive. And from now on, his eyes will not be blinded by the lights. From now on, what’s waited ‘til tomorrow starts tonight. He isn’t going to take anything for granted anymore. Not a damn thing.

After the workshop, everybody tells him how amazing he did. He thanks them, and he makes a few jokes about how his doctor, who had told him not to sing until the stitches in his nose were healed, wouldn’t be very happy with him. Then he came to you and diverted all the attention to you.

“You were amazing, love!” He tells you. “If they don’t cast you as a lead, I’ll have to fight somebody. Truly, I’ve never heard you sound so beautifully.”