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backstage panic

requested by @mxyvyla!

You are no stranger to fear. You've basically lived your entire life being fearful of the future, scared of what is to come and all of the obstacles that you would have to eventually face and overcome. Fearful of the good and bad that would happen in the future. You've stood at crossroads, contemplating if you should go forward too many times.

This was just another crossroad you stood at.

You could hear the fans outside, cheering at the band that was currently singing and performing on the stage. You could hear the loud bustle of workers stumbling over performers and checking up on mics. You could hear walkie talkies going off where the body guards stood by the exits.

You blink rapidly before something takes a grab of your wrist. You gasp lightly and look up to be met with Wilbur's eyes.

Wilbur Soot has been one of your idols for the longest time, and being able to speak to his friends and to also soon perform with him and his band on stage made your heart sing in happiness. But now that you were moments away from stepping onto that stage, you couldn't help but wonder if this is the right path to take on the crossroads.

You begin to drift off again but the hold on your wrist tightens slightly, not tight enough to hurt but just enough to jolt you back to reality.

Your eyes make their way up to Wilbur's and you see that he is given you a bright smile. "Y/N?" You blink blankly up at him before finally processing what he had and shakily nodding. "Yes?" Your voice was croaky so he reached behind him to a random counter to grab a random unopened bottle.

He opens it before passing it to you and you drink a few sips before sighing and closing the bottle. An assistant passes by you and reaches for your bottle before heading to your bag hidden in one of your drum cases and places it inside.

You look back at Wilbur and Wilbur places both of his hands on your shoulders.

"You're going to do so good out there." You blink at him and he continues.

"We've practiced this stuff hours a day and for how many months?" He pauses and he tilts his head, prompting you to answer. You nervously duck your head and answer. "We've practiced for 3 months." Wilbur nods. "Exactly, we're going to be fine and if one of us mess up, who cares." You nod slightly and Wilbur looks at you in the eye for longer before grinning.

"See, that's the Y/N I know. Come here." He pulls you into a hug and you giggle slightly, reciprocating the hug back.

"Y/N and Wilbur Soot?" The two of you break away when another assistant with a headset approaches you. The two of you nod and the assistant points to the curtains where Wilbur's band is waving back at you two. "You're up."

The assistant walks away and Wilbur catches your hesitant look. He laughs, pulling you gently to the crowd. He passes you your drumsticks as you pass your bags and he grins. "Let's do this shit." You grin back and make your way to the drum set, the band moving on stage alongside you.

You look over at the cheering crowd and you smile. As you sit down onto your seat and move your feet to hover over the pedals on the drumset, you glance at Wilbur and grin.

The others nod their heads and you laugh out loud, ready to play. You click your sticks together and Wilbur comes right in with his guitar, his friends not so far behind him. As you lose yourself in the music, you think back on the crossroads you stood at earlier. Wilbur had pulled you onto this side of the crossroad. For that, you'd be thankful.