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Jackson Daae Frost stood nervously, fidgeting with the buttons on his costume. From beyond the heavy curtain that hid the stage, he could hear quiet voices drifting up from the audience. They were waiting for the opening number. It was the first show of the season, and expectations were high. The Twins looked as haughty and unconcerned as ever, awaiting their cue. If any of the others were as nervous as Jackson, they hid it well.
The orchestra began to play, and the curtains swept aside. Jackson was in the first set of dancers, but his legs felt like lead. He heard Bebe murmur something behind him, and someone gave him a rough shove onto the stage. It wasn't as if he hadn't practiced, he had. Just as much as everyone else, if not more. He knew the moves, he knew the score. Yet his feet refused to move. It was as if he had turned to ice.
All eyes were on him. The stage illumination made it hard to see the faces in the darkness beyond, but he knew they were staring. Waiting. Why couldn't