Stage to Actual Brother (eventually)

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a/n: hello hello! its been a while once again. this is a request from like a year and a half ago that I should've gotten to, where the reader is the older sister of the lovely Ethan Steiner (thanks savana1423 for the request!) I thought while writing that this is going to read very similarly to seeing Davey, and only noticed when it was completely finished that they were supposed to meet at the PREMIERE and not the show. whoopsie daisy. so anyways here's basically seeing Davey in an alternate universe. we'll all have to put on our best pretending caps because its time to imagine we aren't all broadway obsessed dorks for this one :) enjoy! or don't, whatever makes your world go round. also ill try to do one where they meet at the premiere I'm so sorry I'm such a dummy ahaha 

Listen, I may not be the biggest musical theater nerd out there, or the best when it comes to music. Sure, I've heard defying gravity and I've seen hairspray with Zac Efron in it, but that's about the extent of my care and knowledge. I do, however, have a major care and interest for my little brother Ethan. The near 10 year age difference between us helped with that, I think. We've always been close. He was always my cute little brother that was full of talent, and I couldn't be more proud of him.

Our parents are proud, too. He's only 12 and can sing and dance better than anyone i've ever met, so well that he landed himself on broadway. Mom and dad, however, are proud and busy. They'd love to be here, but it just couldn't work out. So excited, Ethan had reserved two seats in the very front row for them, but they had too much on their plates for this particular night. That being said, my night was just going to be full of studying that could be put off until the next morning anyways, and I was determined to drive from campus to the Pantages Theater for Ethans opening night, and I'd be there nice and early.

I stopped at the marketplace nearby, seeing as my "early" was 3 hours before the show (what? I got excited) and picked up some flowers for him. I wasn't sure what theater etiquette for boys was, and hoped he wouldn't be too embarrassed by the bouquet of bright yellow roses I had waiting for him. Even if that were the case, my desire to be crowned the best big sister ever tagged a giftcard to Afters ice cream, a big scoop of peanut butter s'mores with his name written all over it. After some loitering, it was finally time to go in.

Nothing will ever beat the glimmer in ethans eyes when he caught mine in the audience. I'd neglected to tell him I'd be there, and he entered stage with a slight pout. It quickly disappeared, and I was just enamored by his performance. The entire show was wonderful, of course, even bringing tears to my eyes that I'm sure he won't let me forget. I sat patiently in my seat until the entire theater cleared, waiting for Ethan to come find me so neither one of us would get lost.

"You came!" I heard coming from the stage right, only to see my little brother sprinting in my direction, still in costume.

"Well of course I did! You did so great out there, E! Here, this is for you."

He doesn't even attempt to reach for the gift card sticking out of the top, instead running back in the direction he came from. I pulled my purse up from the ground, suspecting we'd be leaving in a moment after he finishes whatever business he needs to attend to.

"Come on Y/N! You're taking forever!" he says, coming back to my direction in order to pull my arm along with him.

"Woah- where are we going little man?"

"To meet everyone, duh."

Before I know it, I'm being pulled up the steps and back behind the curtains and layers of screens, seeing the operation unfold. We run over to his dressing room where i'm given the full tour (and the flowers are given a spot in a vase by a wandering techie), then we start to make it around to the other rooms. I hear a few of the guys heading out the backdoor, calling out for others to join them and such. Most of the area is cleared out, besides one tall man in the room to our right.

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