It was the night of your performance and Floyd was nervous. Not only was this his first official show performing with your band, it was also his first dive into a completely different genre than what he was used to. Peeking from behind the stage curtain, you notice his hands trembling slightly as he adjusts the strap of his guitar for the third time in five minutes. The colorful lights from the stage reflect in his large, worried eyes as he swallows hard, staring out at the growing crowd of trolls waiting expectantly.

The sound of the opening band finishing their set echoes through the venue, sending a new wave of tension through Floyd's body. He takes a deep breath that visibly shakes as he runs a hand through his dreadlock-style hair, his musical note accessories clicking softly against each other.

Amidst his worrying however, he feels your hand land gently on his shoulder and he nearly jumps out of his skin with a startled yelp. Spinning around to face you, his cheeks flush with embarrassment as he tries to compose himself. When you ask if he's nervous, he gives you a sheepish smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Nervous? Y- yeah... something like that." he admits, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "It's been a while since I last performed on stage with a band, you know? What if I mess up? What if they hate me?" His voice drops to almost a whisper on the last question, revealing just how much this moment means to him.