Stop. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Take a breath, relax, and open your eyes. Luke looked around backstage and saw people everywhere, but someone still managed to not find his best friend. Of course she was very difficult sometimes, but right now he had five minutes before show time and he wanted to see her. In a weird way, she was like his good luck charm. When he needed to calm down, he went to her, or she came to him. When he needed someone to talk to, she was always a phone call away. When he got nervous, about to go on stage, she calmed him down. You'd think that Luke would be use to this kind of thing... He had been doing it for about the past year with his boyband, but he never really got use to it. No matter how many times they practiced over the songs and perfected each note, all he had to do was look out there and see the millions of people watching. It made him nervous everytime. Not because he was shy, because anyone that knew Luke, knew he was far from shy. It's just that he had this fear of disappointing people. What if he went out there and messed up? What if he missed a verse? He didn't want to disappoint anyone. As the blonde looked around once more, he heard a familiar voice calling him towards the stage, telling him to get ready to start the show. Luke slowly walked towards his spot with his fellow band members and swiped a hand through his messy hair as he greeted everyone with a small smile. He bit his lip as he counted down the last three minutes before he had to go onto the stage. He taped his toes nervously and continued to look for her, not wasting a single second of his time.