My Curly haired Boy

Hi again

Troye's POV

«You're gonna be fine»,  Tyler was telling meover and over again as I was walking in small circles, repeating to myself the lyrics of my songs. «Look, Troye , just sit down, I'll serve you a glass of whiskey. It'll help you calm down. You have nothing to worry about, people are gonna love your concert!» He continued talking but I couldn't quite hear him as my attention shifted to the sound of people talking and coming in the theatre. Tyler and I were right behind the curtains as I was done getting ready for the concert that would start in a few minutes, and he thought I needed his support during those minutes. I like to see the public right before my shows start. That way, I can be prepared for the number of people watching me. It always seems to be a lot more than you imagined. I sneaked Just behind the opening of the curtains and glanced at the audience. People seemed excited, which made me happy because I was sure they would be a good, participating public. As I was observing the front rows, I froze and my heart, beating frenetically just seconds ago, stopped for a little while. «Fuck», I grunted. «What is it?», said Tyler, intrigued. «Nothing, I just got nervous. I think you should go, the concert is about to start.», I answered him. «Okay», he said, confused, «Good luck then!». He gave me a hug and left the stage. I looked at the boy I had seen a few hours ago some more. I had recognized him immediately. He had the face of an angel, his beautiful green eyes contrasting with his dark curly hair. A big smile had replaced the smirk he had when we met, but he still managed to keep that mysterious look. He was talking to a boy right next to him. It was the boy I had seen earlier with him. I couldn't help but feel jealous at the thought that they were probably dating. «10 seconds, Troye!», I heard Tyler say. I took my place on stage and waited for the curtains to open.