"Look at me- just breathe, okay?" Daveed x reader please? (I love your writing so much omg it's everything 💙)
When you joined the cast of Hamilton as the understudy for Angelica Schuyler you were beyond thrilled, this show was huge and would be such an incredible opportunity for your career.
You knew the part backwards and forwards from listening to the cast album on repeat from the minute it was released and every single member of the cast had offered you their support and wishes of luck for your first performance.
Even Renee, who was sick at home had sent you a string of texts telling you how great you were going to be tonight. But despite your preparation, you’re still absolutely terrified to go on.
When you hear the announcement, letting everyone know there’s just five minutes until the top of the show you can feel the dread settling in your stomach.
“Knock, knock,” Daveed says, leaning on the doorframe to the dressing room, already in his costume for the opening number.
“Oh h-hey,” you mumble.
You drop your gaze from him, focusing on your hands as you pull at your fingers, releasing your frustrations and stress about the performance.
“Hey what’s up?” He asks, slowly stepping towards you and placing a hand on your arm.
“I-I can’t, d-do this, what if… what if I mess up?” You ask as your breathing starts to speed up, your whole body feeling like it’s shaking.
“Look at me Y/N- just breathe, okay?” He says, his voice soft and kind.
You look up into his deep warm brown eyes as he rubs a hand down your arm.
“You’re gonna kill it out there. You know this part, and you’re damn good at it,” his soothing voice helps you calm down as you force yourself to take deep breaths.
“What if I mess up though?”
“You ain’t gonna mess up,” he assures you. “But if you do, no one’ll give a shit. We’ve all messed up before, even Lin has and he wrote the damn thing.”
That last statement manages to get a small laugh out of you, which causes him to grin just as another announcement is called, letting you know it’s time for places.
“Go show ‘em how it’s done,” he says, gently kissing your forehead and leading you out of the dressing room.