You and Me | Ben Platt x Reader x Will Roland

Interaction/Opening Night

A/N: Some words will be taken from Dear Evan Hansen's book/script/libretto, (they will be in italics) I did not come up with them. All credit goes to Steven Levenson, Benj Pasek, Justin Paul, and all others who contributed to making DEH.

Don't sue me.

A few years passed.

After another few hours of rehearsal, you all went home early to prepare for the big day tomorrow, or the opening night.

You paced inside your room. Over the past year, you had developed a small "crush" on Ben. Well, it wasn't so small. Every single day you awaited rehearsals, just to kiss/make out with him. And today, after the performance, you were planning to ask him out.

You slapped yourself. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-" You moaned, backing up into your living room, tripping, and falling backwards onto your couch. You were so afraid of talking to him that you hadn't eaten, and your stomach was killing you.

You put your hair up in a ponytail (leave it down with accessories if it's short), grabbed your bag, opened the door to your apartment, and set off.

Will greeted you at the Music Box, arms outstretched in a hug. You marched on past him, flashing him a traumatized smile. You scrambled up the stairs into your dressing room, taking a quick look at your face. You ran a hand through your (curly/wavy/straight) hair, messing up your hairdo. (If it's long) You took down the (ponytail/accessories), and plopped onto the floor.

About a half hour passed, and you found yourself walking over to the makeup room(??) to get spruced up for your first performance. You were soaking in sweat. You gave a fake smile to your dresser and sat down, letting them toy with your hair, making it pretty.

It was time to perform. You felt like you were about to puke. You ignored the feeling, and sat down on the chair Zoe sat on in the first act, while Heidi and Cynthia sang "Anybody Have A Map?".

As the song progressed, you flashed a quick scared look at Mike Faist as the prop started to move. He smiled at you, then rested his head on the brim of the table, pretending he was high.

Every one spoke their lines perfectly. Even you. You managed to fake a groan, shaking a milk carton. You walked of stage yelling at Cynthia, "If Connor's not ready, I'm leaving without him."

You tripped. Offstage, luckily, but you tripped. You sunk onto the floor, waiting for your time to go talk to Evan. Your heart was beating so loud, you were sure your microphone/headset thing would pick it up and everyone in the audience would hear it.

Time flew by. You scrambled back into the audience's view, helping Ben up. He looked so helpless. "I saw my brother push you. I'm sorry, he's a maniac." You said.

2 hours went by, and you felt your stomach drop as you and the rest of the cast did the curtain call. Ben ran from the back of you, and the audience went wild. You heard Will whistle.

It was time to ask Ben Platt, to go on a date.