It was only a little pathetic. Not very much. Just the tiniest, itty-bittiest, little bit pathetic. Just a little. Very small amount. Barely anything at all.

Okay. It was very pathetic.

You were scrolling on Pinterest to pass the time whilst waiting to catch the train. It was there that a picture appeared on your feed — a very boomer-esque selfie of Hugh Jackman in front of a piano, where the sheet music for Dear Evan Hansen’s “You Will Be Found” was propped up. Desperate to find out if there was footage of him playing and/or singing that song, you pulled up YouTube. There was, in fact. You hastily pulled out your headphones in order to watch the video.

“You Will Be Found” has always been a very important song to you. Your whole life, you have felt alone. Unwanted. Unloved. You have gone through countless struggles and strifes, and yet you have somehow always made it to the other side. This song provided you with a small amount of comfort. When your greatest role models and influences such as Lin-Manuel Miranda and Hugh Jackman sing this song, your heart is ripped to shreds. There is something about the people you love singing a song about being there for you that just…

Well, like I said, pathetic. Because you were sobbing throughout your entire train ride, and all the other commuters were looking at you like you were insane. Even when you got off the subway and started walking through the city, you couldn’t stop your tears. And it is then, while you’re valiantly trying to dry your face and compose yourself, that you run right into somebody you didn’t even see.

“Whoa, hey, are you alright there, mate?” Steady hands are placed on your biceps. You take a step back, alarmed by the contact and the deep Australian accent. Then you realize it’s fucking Hugh Jackman, and you feel like you’re about to have a heart attack.

The only thing you can do is start crying even harder.

Only slightly panicked, Hugh carefully leads you to sit down on a bench.

“Alright, love, just take some deep breaths,” he instructs.