anton nervously fixes his blazer again, running his hand through his hair as he sighs, standing in front of the venue, flowers in hand. he stares at the entrance for a moment, wondering if he should’ve gotten something more for you, but he shakes his head and follows the crowd right into the theatre.
It’s large, which is to be expected. a lot more room than he had accounted for, and he looked quite stupid, being the only one holding a bouquet of flowers. he closes his eyes temporarily, as he patiently waits for the others to settle down before he does, right in the middle of the row with a good view to look up at the stage.
he pauses, glancing down at his watch. 10 more minutes.
you’re back stage, smoothening your hands over your dress for what seems like the hundredth time. your friend, hyuna, glances at you, amused as she tilts her head.
“do you never get used to it?” she asks, taking out her violin, bow in hand as she rubs the rosin against it.
you shrug, taking a seat beside her as you stare down at your shoes, they're matte black, “no,” you say softly, turning to her, “is that weird?”
your hands clasp around themselves. today had been a whirlwind of events, and the entire day had flashed before your eyes just preparing for this moment. you think back to minjeong’s words from earlier today, you grit your teeth, nails sinking into your palm.