Split

Part 1.

  "Showtime," Y/n mumbled under her breath. "You'll do great," Tom reassured. His confidence helped a little, but Y/n was still getting used to the dancing in front of crowds thing. "I'm nervous," she bit at her nails. Tom pushed her hands away from her face. "C'mon, we're the best pair out in London," he said smiling widely. "You really think so?" "Yeah those people out there are not even ready for us," Y/n chuckled. The loudspeakers called out Tom and Y/n's names. She finished tieing her shoes. She took his hand and together they waddled out onto the stage. They had a few minutes before their music would start. Tom may have been so young but he could tell she was nervous. "Hey, Y/n listen," he whispered. "Madame Tiffany is going to be mad if we mess this up," Y/n mumbled to herself. "You'll do fine, I got you," Tom reassured. Y/n nodded slightly. Letting herself breathe. The music started and they proceeded with their routine as planned. It was all going really well. Like almost too well. They were both surprised by each other. Neither of them could do it in rehearsal but all of a sudden they could do it on stage. They followed the rhythm. They didn't step over each other. They were seamless for two eight-year-olds. It felt like forever. But they made it through. The nerves were gone. It was all about having fun now. The final part of their routine was nearing. The part they couldn't get right in rehearsals because they'd make each other laugh and giggle. They looked at each other and nodded. Agreeing to be serious just this one time. "I will catch you this time," Tom mumbled. Y/n's heart was beating fast. Does she trust him to catch her? They were both too little for this but if they didn't do it Madame would be livid. Y/n can only trust Tom would be able to. She's very light so hopefully, he doesn't drop her. She ran towards him. Her fingers crossed. Hoping he'd catch her. Not drop her. And he didn't, he didn't drop her like when they'd practice together. (photo above.) "You can put me down," she giggled. "Oh yeah," he set her down lightly. They both held hands and bowed together. Y/n let go and went behind stage first. Tom followed her. "Hey, where are you going?" He asked. "Home," "Well you did great," He smiled. She smiled back at him. "Thomas Holland?" A man called out. "Over here!" The man walked towards the team. "Hey, kid, I need to talk to you for a second," He looked over to Y/n. "Ok," The man knelt to Tom's level. Talking to him about something serious. But Tom's face completely lit up. Why? What just happened? Without saying goodbye, Tom skipped over to his family. Y/n did the same. She'll talk to him later. What was hit that made him so happy? "I hope he tells me," she mumbled looking over to Tom and his family. Wishing she had a close family like theirs. "Y/n," Her mother called. "Yeah," she sighed. She knew she was going to get an earful of what she and Tom did wrong. And she was right. "Y/n you need to land better and have better posture," her mother complained. No hugs, no 'you were amazing', no flowers like every other girl. She was reprimanded for messing up even though she didn't misstep once. She sat in the car to her own thoughts. Her mother didn't praise her no matter how well she did. She always did something wrong.