One more performance. Laude music. His voice. Excited cries of people, screams and all the usual activities during any performance of a favorite singer.The moon and pink light covered everything around.His spark in his eyes..these stars.You stood behind the stage and just looked at how Scaramouche, your boss sings and dances.You leaned on the wall and listened to him. When they finished he came up to you. "Well. How was it? I'm so good at this."