The dance performance started as the group came out to the stage, the music loud and energetic as the audience clapped and cheered. The dancers moved in sync, their steps sharp and well-practiced.
Backstage, Isla stood near the curtain, peeking slightly at the stage. Her chest rose and fell quickly.
Collins noticed and walked over to her. “You’re doing that thing again,” he said.
Isla glanced at him. “What thing?”
“Overthinking,” he replied. “You look like you’re about to run away.”
She let out a small breath. “I’m not running… I’m just nervous.”
Collins crossed his arms. “Nervous for what? You literally know every step.”
“It’s not the steps,” Isla said quietly. “It just feels… different today.”
Collins studied her face for a second, then his expression softened a little. “Listen t
