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Booster Seat

Heathizzy Details
POV: Izzy
Timeline: Early-mid-twenties semi-professional dancers
Relationship status: Dating
Song: Booster Seat by Spacey Jane
Warnings: Anxiety attack
Feels: 9.5/10 Mental Health Feels with a small serving of Cute Feels to help

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I pace the sidewalk, nervous for today. This is it—my big chance to finally make a career out of dance. I have an audition to be a backup dancer on the upcoming TLC tour, which includes multiple locations in the US and Canada but also all over Europe too! This is a big deal! This would really set up my career. But what if I don't get it. What if I embarrass myself in front of the casting agents and then I'll barely be able to get a job in this business!

The taxi arrives with my boyfriend already inside. Heath's coming for moral support but he's also auditioning himself. It would be amazing if we both got the gig and went on tour. Imagine how many memories we could make together. If either of us gets it and the other doesn't, I don't know if I could handle that. I worry that we'll grow apart or that he'll find someone else. Logically I know that's stupid cause I trust him, but the fear keeps popping up in my brain. It's why I've worked so hard for this audition cause I know Heath has too.

I slide inside the taxi and squeeze his knee, feigning excitement. "Can you believe we're doing this?" I ask Heath, trying to distract myself by getting him to talk. My stomach is in knots and feels like it's trying to untie itself.

"Not really," he replies, his lips tugging up to one side in a nervous smile. "But we've got this. We're both going to get in so this will be the most amazing summer."

He may not be saying anything I haven't heard or said myself over the last month since we found out about this audition, but right now the pressure is so great and the worry that we won't both get in is overwhelming. I just stare at the back of the driver's seat, my heart racing and I can barely control the shaking that overcomes my limbs.

"Izzy," Heath says softly, concern lacing his voice. I just shut my eyes and hope this will pass. "Are you ok?"

I squeeze my eyes shut tighter and shake my head slowly. My neck ticks, trying and failing to control and hide the fact that my whole body wants to shake out of its skin. I run my hands through my hair and try not to pull it all out as I tug at the roots.

Heath slides over to the centre seat and buckles himself in. He wraps his arms around me, my back half-pressed to his chest and he softly breathes out my name, worry lacing his voice. Smooth circles run across my back, his calloused fingers moving comfortingly across the material of my outfit.

"Izzy, you're having an anxiety attack. How can I help?"

My body can't respond, my mind trapped inside. When I don't respond, he fully wraps me in his arms and presses a kiss onto my cheek. His lips move closer to my ear, his breath warm against my skin as he whispers words of comfort and of encouragement. We fall into silence and he takes deep, calming breaths. Slowly taking deep breaths of my own, adjusting to his pace, I manage to even out my breathing and calm down. He hugs me tighter and then links his fingers with mine. I squeeze his hand and turn to rest my forehead against his cheek. 

"Thank you!" I whisper, trying to keep the moment between just us.

I take another deep breath and speak louder, trying to pump myself up. "Now let's go kill this audition!"

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A/N - Thanks for reading! 

Sorry, it's a short one this time. But just wanted to capture this small beautiful moment. I hope I captured this well. But if there's anything I can tweak to make this better/more realistic, let me know.