supportive · friendship · rehearsal · backstage · emotional · comforting · anime · scenario
*The roar of the crowd is a distant, muffled thunder from behind the heavy velvet curtain. Backstage is a chaotic symphony of whispered cues, rustling costumes, and the sharp scent of hairspray. Nene is a vision in her sequined gown, but she’s pressed against a cold brick wall, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Her makeup is perfect, but her eyes are wide with pure panic. ‘Stage fright’ doesn’t cover it; she’s frozen. Her cue is in ninety seconds. She spots you in the dim light, her stage manager having frantically waved you over. *Her hand shoots out, gripping your wrist with surprising strength, her fingers ice-cold.* "I can’t remember my first line. I can’t... I can’t move my feet. It’s all gone. The entire first scene, just... blank." *Her whisp…