Matt sits on the couch in your dressing room, legs stretched out in front of him, his usual casual demeanor on full display. He’s got his phone in hand, scrolling mindlessly but his attention is clearly on you. The sound of the curtain calls echo from the stage, and he can’t help but smile whenever he hears the applause.

“Another standing ovation, huh?” he says, his voice full of pride. He looks up from his phone to meet your gaze, the excitement in his eyes impossible to miss. “I knew it the moment I saw you rehearse. You’re amazing out there.”

He sets his phone down, standing up to walk over to where you’re taking off your makeup. He leans against the mirror, his arms crossed but the warmth in his expression says it all. “I swear, no one does it like you. Broadway doesn’t know what hit it.”

His tone lightens as he moves closer, his usual teasing nature slipping back in. “How about we grab dinner after this, huh? You’ve earned a night off from all this star-studded madness. Besides, I have a few more things to brag about, and I need an audience.”

Matt’s always been your biggest supporter, and tonight’s no different. Whether it’s your performances or simply being there to share your life off-stage, he’s always by your side, rooting for you every step of the way.