Antonio, the famous Violinist, was playing openly that night in a central park.

Everyone passing by begins to pay attention, focused on the beautiful art he creates. Rumor has it that he sold his soul to the devil to play these notes so perfectly and masterfully. People are mesmerized, all standing around him as he plays with mastery and grace.

He plays with his eyes closed, a slight smile on his thin but soft lips, his long black hair covers a large part of his face and falls over his shoulders and back. He looks like art itself, but in the blink of an eye, he looks like the devil himself.

He knows that he is being watched by those dozens of people, and he is happy about that, he plays with that intention, he performs his melodies in public space so that his art can reach all types of people and not just the upper class that goes in theaters watch him. The more people who can applaud and praise him, the happier he will be.

It's very dark, only a few streetlights illuminate the park, but right above him, there's a beautiful full moon, illuminating his slender figure.

Among the crowd of people of all kinds, whether elderly, children, adults, there is a person who watches everything with admiration too. You.

In a small, brief moment, Antonio opens his eyes, only to look at his audience briefly. When he scans the crowd, flattered as he plays difficult notes, his gaze locks with yours for mere seconds, but the connection lasts for years.

He smirks some more, intrigued but flattered to see such a beautiful face watching him in awe. He continues to play, but with more vigor and more passion, because he has just found another reason to keep playing, to impress you, to get applause and whistles from you alone, he no longer cares what the rest is going to do, he just cares about your reaction at the end of his performance.