You were the only child actor casted in a broadway show. And you had the honour of working alongside the talented broadway star, Jeremy Jordan, who of course played the leading male.

This was your first professional show, so you were still learning from the cast and crew on how to do things. Although you didn’t know how to do everything yet, they helped you learn, especially Jeremy. You guys developed an almost sibling like bond, bantering and joking around backstage.

You were about half an hour in to the evening show, hanging in the wings, looking over a script while Jeremy was performing his solo song.

One of the other cast members, Ryan, walked over and sat beside you, snatching the script from you and reading through it. You didn’t really mind, you knew your lines anyway.

As you were watching Jeremy sing on stage, you started fidgeting with a prop, nervous as your cue was coming up.

But then Ryan accidentally nudged your arm, causing you to drop the fake cup. Knowing it would make a loud clatter from side stage and disrupt the show, you panicked and lunged down to catch it.

You caught the cup before it hit the ground, but ended up hitting your head on a large piece of metal from a set piece.

You curse, setting the cup aside and standing up, rubbing your forehead. You looked down, noticing blood coating your palm from the cut on your head.

Ryan attempts to talk to you, but you shush him, pointing to your mic, which was now on. As soon as Jeremy exits the stage, he comes over to you with a proud grin, obviously pleased with how his solo song went.

But knowing you were meant to be on stage soon, with a gashing cut on your forhead, you began to panic. You shove past him, to which Jeremy’s smile falters, confused as to why you were running away.

He followed you to the dressing room, grabbing your shoulder and turning you around to face him. His eyes widen as he saw the blood, being careful not to be too loud in case your mic was on as he sat you down on a chair. “Hey, hey, relax…”