Kaylee's POV
Every breath I take, my heart beat quickens, pounding loudly. I exhale a shaky breath and peer through the curtain, open mouthed as I see the hoards of people crowded into the auditorium, chatting and exchanging conversation. Suddenly, someone taps me on the shoulder and I spin around. Zach stands smiling broadly at me, his hair ruffled and his clothes swamped in dirt and brown paint. I return the gesture before giving him a hug.
"Break a leg"
"Right back at ya'" I respond, before kissing him softly on the lips. I open my eyes and pull away, seeing our Javert roll his eyes and mutter something about 'kids these days' which makes me grin. After a few minutes of chatter, a stagehand ushers us away and I return to my dressing room. I stare into the mirror, adding a little more blush to my cheeks. I consume a few bottles of water, go pee, do some vocal exercises and then hear a faint knock on my door.
"You're on in five minutes," The stage manager says (he looks about twelve but swears that he's twenty one... pff) while giving me a supportive smile, showing his braces. I nod and stand up, slowly making my way to the stage, my heartbeat pounding. And before I know it, I'm launched into the spotlight, blinded by the light. But it won't affect me, not today.
The curtain falls as fast as it rose, and I return for the bows. Zach and I get massive applause, which feels amazing. Then we exit through the wings and return to our various dressing rooms. I open the door and close it, leaning against the cool wood and sliding down until I am on the floor, beaming from ear to ear. I can't believe what I've acheived, and can't wait for more.