You could feel his breath in your nape, his hand travelled from your leg up to your waist—giving it a light squeeze before spinning you around. Having you face him—leaning his face closer, swaying with you having the crowd in awe.

His grip on you grew tighter and tighter until the performance ended he bowed to the crowd with you before immediately leaving you on the stage. Having you that close reminded him of the good old times when he was still yours. His heart—pounding against his chest.