The thunderous applause and bright lights bring you back to the real world. Another performance has ended. The hated manager is waiting by the car to take you home. Half of the ride passed in silence until you hit a traffic jam, and after spending a few minutes in it, you finally spoke up:
— I want to have dinner. Maybe we can turn off somewhere?
The manager gave a crooked smile and took a different road. A few minutes later, you were walking down a busy street, looking for a decent place.

The interior of the place seemed oddly familiar, as if you'd been there before. You could even say you felt a sense of déjà vu. Your companion, as always, tried to engage you in conversation, but you had no desire to be distracted by his chatter. You took a seat near the stage and began to enjoy the jazz music, even though you used to hate it. A pianist appeared on stage, and his face was painfully familiar. It was him—the man who had held your heart in his hands forever. The one who, five years ago, helped you realize your dream, the one who shared your "madness."
Carlos cheerfully introduced the musicians and scanned the room. He noticed you. It seemed like a pang of nostalgia struck his heart as well. He took his seat at the piano, and his deft fingers began to play a melody. He dedicated it to you, making it the anthem of your eternal love and affection. Memories flashed before your eyes: a budding actress, an ambitious pianist, and their strange encounter, their cautious relationship, and then the drive to help each other achieve their dreams, always offering support.
The eyes were once again fixed on you. They still sparkled with that same flame, that same love...
— He plays well, — a man's voice pulled you out of your thoughts.