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"Mama..?" She started to feel tears in her eyes. "What happened to my Mama..?"
"Y/n honey..." her aunt said trying to calm her down before she could panic. "Everything's all right! Calm down, you're about to go on stage."
"No!" She started to hyperventilate, her hair started flowing behind her on her head, her eyes started to glow, and her heart started beating out of her chest and tears started running down her face in disbelief of what she apparently heard. "Where's my Mommy!" Quickly being shushed.
"Oh gosh..." Tara started to look around to figure out what to do. "Honey it's going to be alright! Let's focus on stage time ok?!" She started to cry harder and harder, with snot and tears continuing down her face relentlessly not seeming to let up.
Tara turned her around and then kneeled down to her while handing her, her violin and bow. "You're going to go out on that stage and do your best ok, we will talk about your Mother when the time is right."
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"Mom! Come on!" Someone yelled.
"Izu- Honey! Please don't run too far!"
The small boy started lightly sprinting towards the enormous entrance doors through the fading daylight. Jumping up and down, his hair bouncing with the rhythm of his movement.
"2 tickets for auditorium C." The boy's mother told the white haired women who sat behind the counter. She quickly looked up from her device and nodded, turning to their computer and started typing while looking up at the computer screen. He then began to hear a printing sound, coming from my right.
"Alright, you both will be sitting in row 12 in seats 8 and 9. You two will be heading up floor 3." She handed the boys mother the tickets, bowing her head as they both took their leave. Starting down the hallway, getting even more anxious by the minute.
"MAMA! Can I hold my ticket! PLEASE!" He pestered her by tugging on her pencil skirt while they approached the elevator.
"Sure. But hold it tight Izuku. You don't want to lose it before we even get into the auditorium." She explained as she pressed a button with an arrow on it that lit up by her touch and placed a ticket in his hands. The boy lightly clutched it, making sure not to wrinkle the paper.
"I am in no way of losing this ticket."
A pair of metal doors opened, and he grabbed his mothers hand and stepped into the small enclosed room that was aired with music. Fidgeting in his shoes, so excited to go see her play. The elevator made a ding! and opened revealing another large hallway. He reached up to grabbed his moms hand again exiting the elevator.
"Auditorium..." She started walking up the hall, us both looking at every sign that stood near every pair of doors we passed.
"C!" The boy's mothers eyes lit up just as they were about to pass the correct auditorium entrance. The mother and child saw a man who was standing at the door, holding a ticket box resting on his forearm. He excitedly handed him my ticket with his mom right behind me.
"Enjoy the show."
She opened the left door letting her son walk in before her. Both stepping foot into a large room that made their shadows almost immediately disappear. The enclosed space smelled of velvet and clean air.
Him and his mother quickly found their seats in row 12, and quietly sat down in the velvet chairs.
Getting situated, he saw more than a couple of my classmates, sitting in different seats around the auditorium.
Including, Bakugou.
Bakugou gave him an evil glare rolling his eyes, to shortly return his gaze back to the stage.
Finally taking a second to look around the dark room that he sat in, the boy then noticed that all of these seats were filled.
Most of the people he obviously didn't even know, nor never even seen. When the small boy looked to his right, he even saw pro hero Best Jeanist, sitting with his legs crossed, focused on the stage.
"Mom! When's it going to start!?" He whispered. Starting to squirm in my seat just getting ready for everything to begin.
"Any minute now, Izuku. Be patient." The boy groaned and sank into the seat. Already bored. It was the first time he had every gone to one of her performances, and he was too excited.
Time started to get away from him when the lights started too dim. He shot up and sat straight waiting for what was next to come, when he sees the gigantic curtains start to pull open.
No one was there.
No one was on stage.
Confused, he tried looking around to see if there was any mishap happening backstage. Small chatter rose, until he heard small footsteps walking onto the stage. A smile jumped onto his face when he saw her appearing through the side of the curtains.
Violin in hand, wrist to her face hanging her head low water dripping onto the stage that she stood upon.
Was she crying?
She was brought a standing ovation when she finally faced the crowd eyes puffy, and bloodshot red, weak to her knees.
She shakily lifted her violin to her chin, and raised her bow. Trying to catch her breath. Snot running down her nose, her hands shaking faster with each passing second. More like her whole body.
Tap, tap, tap.
Boom.
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A purple energy burst was shot throughout the entire room and quickly disappeared leaving the audience fearful and confused.
And then, suddenly Y/n abruptly dropped to the ground and passed out across the stage, her violin snapping loudly as it hit the ground, sliding to her far right.
The crowd gasped and emerged into small chatter in shock and surprise.
After straining and holding herself together to finish the last note of the whole arrangement, Y/n's body has finally given out and she was sprawled out across the stage, with the lights dimming.
