Imagine . . .

Comforting Ricky after he sees his mom with her new boyfriend.

It was an instant reaction when you saw Ricky randomly leave the stage, and you knew the exact reason why. You left the audience and hurried to the backstage dressing room, where you found Ricky in a seat and his head inside of his hands in distress.

"Ricky," you said, calmly approaching him.‌ "are you okay?"

"I-I can't do this [Y/N]," ricky said in hesitation with a shake of his head. "I can't do it with him here."

You walked up to him and gently rubbed circles on his back. "Ricky, just don't focus on them," you leaned down and put your index finger underneath his chin and rotated his head toward you. "just focus on me, and I‌ swear everything will be okay. You can do it. I believe in you."

Ricky gave you a small smile. "Thanks [Y/N]," he thanked, standing up from the seat. "I'll do it," he nodded. "for you."