"I don't know," he said softly, following very close behind Mason. He was very excited, but still intimidated by it all. He was grinning widely, pressing his lips together now and again to try and repress the eager energy inside him. "There's so much going on," he whispered to Mason. He well knew that a play was a big event, but this? This was overwhelming. Thrilling, exciting, but overwhelming.
Victor tried to claim Mason's hand as they moved to his dressing room, he stepping back once they were inside and watched Mason undress with heated eyes. "She... really did a great job on your makeup..." He heard himself whisper, eyes sweeping up and down that long, pale body. His heart was beating a bit more quickly, shaking his head. He gave a small grin at seeing the boxers, glad that Mason liked his little gift. "You know," he murmured. "I really wish we had some extra time..." He licked his lips slowly, he studying his lover with a heated gaze.
"I really have no idea," he answered, moving closer to pick up the other's shirt, seeming ready to help him dress, eyes hooded and warm. "But... it's like a dream." He took in a small breath and looked timidly up at Mason. "Do you remember the words?" He asked, worried that he might get out on stage and choke. Oh he did not want to see Mason choke...