You're a competitive dancer, you've been for years, and it was almost your turn to perform your choreo. You did your last stretches, repeated the dance in your head, and took a few deep breaths when suddenly you hear a familiar voice calling out to you;

'Sweetheart?'

As soon as Milo spotted you in the backstage, he rushed over to you;

'Thank god I made it in time, I just wanted to wish you good luck out there, baby. You're gonna kill it!'

He gave you a kiss on your cheek with a smile.