'Don't worry, my dear! There's nothing to worry about! One day earlier, that's nothing special.' John said and smiled at me, both his hands on my shoulders, his eyes searching for mine but I kept looking away. 'Nothing to worry about? I don't know, John. Now I've had one day less to practise.' I said and John sighed in annoyance. 'Don't you see it? You've practised enough, more than enough, believe me.' Maybe he was right. I had practised a lot, I wasn't sure if it was enough, but I had spent a lot of time practising the lines of the play. In the shower, while waiting in the supermarket, in the morning during breakfast, at the crimescene and every spare minute I had.
And today, today I had to perform on stage. Again, nervousity got hold of me and I felt like my legs weren't stable enough to hold me so I sat down for a minute and did some breathing exercises. John cuckled but his face became serious after a brief moment. '(y/n), have you told Sherlock about the show being one day earlier?' He asked worried. 'Yes,' I said with my head resting on my hands, 'I've told him. He should already be in the audience by now.' I said. 'Yeah, I think I must be going too, the play begins in ten minutes and you still need to get that dress fixed. I can't believe you actually fell down and ripped such a beautiful gown!' He said.
'No, I can't believe it either. But you're right, and I'll be going now so I can get my dress fixed before I go on stage.' I said and rose slowly. John wanted to go but he stopped when I talked again. 'John?' I said, my voice as soft as a whisper. 'Yes?' He sighed. 'I don't want to go.' I whispered and stared at the ground. John walked over to me and took my face in his hands. 'Look at me.' He commanded and I did. 'Sherlock made fun about your role at first, but I can't think of someone more suitable for this role than you. You've practised your lines, your singing, your dancing, everything you can possibly practise and now you can do this. You are made for this role. So, get your dress fixed, go on that stage and show Sherlock how beautiful you can play. Show him how amazing you are on stage, because you were born for this role... Juliette.' He then smiled sweetly and left me, shouting 'make him jealous of Romeo!' while he went.
The audience clapped and I heard Molly and mrs.Hudson scream 'good luck, dearie!' together when the curtains rose and the play began. I wasn't in the first few scenes so I waited and practised while the time ticked away. Until that inescapable moment... I walked on stage. The spotlights shone on me and they blined me. The heat was too much for me and I wanted to run away, return backstage, but I stayed there and I spoke my first line. And the words came out better than I thought they would. I found my courage and spoke my words clearly. 'How now, who calls?' I said, my first words in this play. The rest followed. And I did it perfectly. I was afraid for my first song: 'One day' but it went pretty good. My voice crackled once, but that's okay, I guess.
The first break came and I was really content over my playing. The curtains fell and I hugged my Romeo. 'You did so well!' I said happily. He chuckled. 'You did even better!' I had seen no nervousness in his movements nor heard it in his voice. And his eyes held no place for worries. It fascinated me, but then of course he was a briliant actor. I let go of him and fixed his long black hair. 'Sorry, I totally messed it up.' I apoligised. 'Oh, that's okay. Hey, where's your real-life Romeo?' He asked and I looked at the crowd. John, Greg, Molly, mrs. Hudson and even Mycroft still sat there, waiting for the break to be over. But one seat was empty: Sherlock wasn't there. I ran over to them. 'Where's Sherlock?' I asked. I couldn't belive he hadn't come to my play, but something inside my heart told me he hadn't come. I didn't want to believe that voice. 'I don't know.' John said sadly. 'He saw me play in the first part, right?' I asked and felt a lot of disappointment when I heard John answer. His answer was in a whisper; he knew he was hurting me with the truth but he still told me no lies. 'I'm sorry, dear. He wasn't here the entire first part.'
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Sherlock one shots x readers, preferences and imagines
FanfictionI created a couple of one shots (some a bit fluffy) in my mindpalace and wanted to share them with you. They're about my favourite characters of Sherlock BBC: Sherlock, Mycroft, John and Moriarty. I added Greg to the group later on. You can always r...
