The stage lights were blinding, the empty theater echoing every sound. You had rehearsed this trick dozens of times on the ground, but now it was time to try it suspended above the stage.

Your heart raced uncontrollably. Heights had never been your thing. The ropes looked thinner than they were, and the drop seemed endless.

Henley appeared beside you, calm as always, with that confident smile that could steady even the most nervous performer.

“You okay?” she asked, tilting her head.

You swallowed hard. “I… I think so. Maybe.”

She didn’t hesitate. “Then let’s do it together.”

Before you could protest, Henley took your hand. Her grip was firm, grounding, and immediately your pulse slowed slightly.

“You’ll be fine,” she said softly, leaning close so only you could hear. “I’m right here. All the way.”

You nodded, heart still fluttering. The ropes swayed slightly, and your stomach lurched. Henley noticed immediately, tightening her grip and giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Trust me,” she whispered. “I’ve got you.”

With her beside you, you slowly climbed and executed the first part of the trick. Every movement was steady because you weren’t alone. Her presence grounded you, her hand a lifeline you didn’t realize you needed.