Fifteen-year-old Phineas Flynn and Isabella Garcia-Shapiro hid in the backstage wings of Danville High's theater as they waited to go on stage and preform their duet for the talent show. They were up next, and Isabella was so nervous she thought she might not even make it on. The previous act finished, and their names were announced, but Izzy was still a bit unsure. It would be her first time performing in front of people who weren't all her friends…and would judge her badly if she messed up. Phineas noticed her nervousness, and stuck his head out of the wing, asking for a minuet or two. Then he grabbed both of Izzy's hands and looked her right in her eyes.
"We'll do great. You'll do great. I promise, okay?" Phineas reassured. Isabella nodded, comforted somewhat.
"But what if I mess up on the high note like I always did in rehersal?" The raven-haired girl said.
"You won't," the red-haired genius reassured.
"But what if I trip while we're dancing?"
"You won't."
"But what if…"
"You won't! That's just the mortal terror speaking. Once you get out there and start singing, the audience will fade away and it'll be just you and me on stage."
Isabella smiled, feeling a bit more confidant at his pep talk. She adjusted the mic taped to her cheek before walking on stage with a big smile, hand-in-hand with Phineas. And then she had the time of her life with the boy of her dreams.