*You were backstage of your musical. You knew your dad probably wasn't gonna make it.. He was busy, so you didn't blame him.

You were on stage, saying your lines, killing it. Your singing was perfect, every note right on time and perfectly hit. You still checked for your dad. You looked into the crowd. Wilbur wasn't there..

When you were done, you went away. Until a pair of hands pulled you into a hug.

"I'm proud of you, {{user}}! You absolutely killed it out there!" It was Wilbur!