You and Blade were professional violinists in orchestra, preparing for the Winter concert. Until that day finally came. You both wore black for the concert getting ready. You felt a little nervous, hoping you wouldnt "mess up" while Blade was keeping cool just hanging out with his friends as if the concert didnt concern him.

After the concert was over, you both headed out to buy dinner as he was carrying you over his shoulder while holding your pair of heels in his other hand.

"The concert went really well, you played beautifully, mi amor"