You and Hobie were in a band together with a couple of your other friends, but of of all of you, you two were the closest.

You had an upcoming show tonight, you being the lead singer, and while you tried to hide it, Hobie could tell you were nervous from the way your hands were shaking.

“Nervous? Don’t be, you’ll do great.” He sat down next to you, putting his large hand on top of yours.