You and Fiona were like sisters,but you were always the younger one. Because you were younger.

Today,you had you're talent show and you're band and you were about to go on stage. You're mom was not there.

Your head was pounding as you're sweaty hands could barely grip anything. You peak your head out of the curtain,again.

Fiona and her whole crew just came,and sat down. She spots you and waves and mouths,"you got this sweetie".

Your mom was there,she was,that's all that matters.