9:45 AM
We were about to start. I was starting to hyperventalate. The pressures were getting to me - and to make things worse -
"Huh? Where's Midoriya?" Demanded Sensei.
He still hadn't returned.
"Why's it taking him so long to do a little shopping?" Cried Sero
Midoriya, come on!
"There's way more people than I expected," Uraraka murmured, peeking through the curtain.
"They've been excited since this morning."
"The morons'er just looking forward to what we've got for em!" Bakugou shouted.
"Where's Deku, Aoyama?" She asked him.
"A fine time he picked to blow us off!"
"I should say so."
Jirou put her hand on my shoulder, calming me a little, as nearby Kaminari pulled the shirt Bakugou had been refusing to wear all day down over his head. I wished Uraraka hadn't said what she had about so many people. I wished Midoriya would hurry up. But at least Jirou and my bandmates were ready.
9:59.
The curtain was about to rise. I stood at the ready behind my keyboard, running through the notes in my head for hte last time, doing anything to avoid thinking about how Midoriya was somehow not there yet.
"YAOYOROZU! YAOYOROZU!"
Hm? Am I going mad? Is the audience actually shouting our names?
"YAOYOROZU! YAOYOROZU!"
Or just mine? Why only mine? No - I can't think about that right now. I have to relax. Let go. Like Jirou told me. Just have fun.
And then, at the very last second. There he was. Midoriya skittered into place as the curtains opened and we heard the crowd screaming.
"YAOYOROZU!" "YAOYOROZU!"
"LET'S DO THIS DAMMIT!" Bakugou shouted.
We can do this, Jirou.