"You're on in five." Our stage manager informed us. It was the second night of our Japanese Arena Tour, and Len and I were scheduled to perform our version of Magnet. Admittedly, I was nervous. The thousands of eyes watching my every move…it's unnerving, nonetheless. "Five minutes…" I whispered to myself, nervously wringing my hands. My gaze was locked onto the digital clock that sat upon the dressing table in front of me. I sighed, blinking rapidly as the sensation of my eyes drying out became more noticeable.

"Hey Gumi?" The voice sounded small and distant, though easily recognizable. It was Len. I turned over to look at him, feeling my cheeks flush as I do so. I probably looked like a scared chipmunk; it was obvious Len thought so too, considering how low and calm the tone of his voice was. I pressed my lips together, locking my gaze on a small patch of carpet.

He smiled, trying to seem as warm and comforting as possible. Walking toward my chair, he continued his previous statement. "You okay?"

I scoffed inwardly; it was obvious that I wasn't. "Y-yes. I'm fine."

He took a step closer, "Are you sure?" He replied, cocking his head to the side, squinting in concentration, "Because you don't look fine."

I sighed, the jig was up, he knew. I should have figured that I couldn't hide anything from Len. Out of all the older Vocaloids, Len was the only I was close to. He knew everything about me, from my interest in stamp collecting, to my secret obsession with anime. "Okay, fine…I'm not okay. "

He nodded a serious expression on his face. "Alright, we're making progress, continue."

I chuckled, covering my mouth with the palm of my hand. "Ah, um, there just are…so many people watching me sing a very emotional and intimate song and I-I don't know if I can do it…" I continued, my voice breaking on the word can.

Slowly, he extended his arm, taking my hand in his. He stroked my thumb lovingly, giving me a reassuring look. "Everything is going to be okay, don't worry. You'll do great."

I smiled, opening my mouth slightly to say something, before being interrupted by our stage manager.

"2 minutes, places!" He said before briskly disappearing behind the curtain once again.

Sighing, I stood up, feeling my heart drop into my stomach. I felt Len's comforting stare attempting to break through my wall of self-doubt. He shook my hand slowly, leaning down to whisper in my ear. "It's okay, don't worry. I won't let go."

The light pink coloring on my cheeks just became more pronounced. At that instant, I felt all of my butterflies and worries disappear, leaving me with a feeling of satisfaction and relaxation. I turned to face him, a small smile making its way onto my lips. I chuckled quietly, leaning forward to rest my forehead on his shoulder. Though our current position is rather unfit for the song, it was just right for the moment.