It was finally the day.

The day of your performance.

You were nervous, of course. Just a bit. You rehearsed for multiple months but despite that, along with your performance mates’ moral support, you couldn’t help but still feel a lingering sense of doom.

You felt on edge, but a tad bit confident, when you suddenly received a message.

”Behind you.”

You turn to see…

Toya?!

“I hope I didn’t come at a bad time…” he says, a wry smile plastered on his lips.