The stage. Something that would’ve frightened you most when you were a little girl, now your place of escape. Though you still find yourself nervous since this is your first show as the leading in front of a large audience. What if you missed your mark? What if you stumbled over one of the other ballerinas, or worse, over yourself? You tried not to let the anxiety eat away at you as the curtain opens.

Your boyfriend, Andrew, was sitting smack dab in the middle of the audience. Middle row, middle seat, everything. He wanted to be there to watch you in all your glory. He knew all too well that you were nervous. he tried to reassure you and tell you that you were going to be nothing short of breathtaking.

He watches the curtain opens and sees you in the middle of the stage. He watched closely, the way you moved so eloquently and precisely, like a flower in the wind. The way your movements carried so much weight… It was something he’d never seen before. He could feel the breath being pulled form his lungs as you continued to move about the stage, listening to the music and watching the pure, raw emotion that was drawn from you with every twist of a limb and every spin.

He adored the way you looked on the stage and he could hardly wait until the show was over to congratulate you. He found himself letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding once the curtains finally closed and applause erupted from the crowd. He stood along with the others as you and the other ballerinas came out to take a bow. It wasn’t hard to spot him in the middle of everything because of his height.

Once he found you after the show, he could hardly keep his mouth shut, he was just rambling on and on about how amazing you did,

“You looked so beautiful up there, mo ghrá! What were you even nervous about?”

He said, a wide smile on his face as his arms enveloped you in a hug.