Head to the stage

Heading to the stage, you find a frantic Caoimhe and Beth hurrying around, doing the final prepwork. Actors nervously rehearse lines and double-check to see if their costumes are on correctly, as others splash a few last touches onto the background canvas. The hustle and bustle of it overwhelms you for a moment, before you remind yourself that, no matter how badly you fuck this up, you can guzzle down Lukas' emergency rum and still get laid like crazy in afterwards.

"Hey!"

Caoimhe's head pops up from the crowd of faces again, rushing over to you. With such speed, you're almost worried she's going to barrel straight into you, but she pauses herself for a moment, hopping to a stop in front of you before unleashing a torrent of words.

"Hey! Do you feel better? It's OK if you don't, I'm super nervous too and I don't know how this will go but I'm really excited and I think it's going to be so much fun and even if it doesn't you'll do super amazing because you're always super amazing and it's going to be fine and there's no need to panic because..."

Grabbing her by the shoulders, you give her a slight shake.

"Hey, it's alright!" you smile. "We have this in the bag."

"Yeah," she says, nodding her head. "I'm sorry, I'm OK, I don't mean to spit that all at you. You'll do amazing, there's no need to worry."

"Positions, people! Positions!" Beth yells.

"Alright, it's going to be fine," Caoimhe says, more to herself than you.

Caoimhe pops up, kissing you on the lips and heading off to take her position.

"Blow them away," she says encouragingly over her shoulder, as you take your position and prepare for the first number.