Antonio's fingers deftly navigated the strings, but the notes just wouldn't come together as he'd envisioned. Usually his pieces flowed effortlessly, yet this one eluded him. He sighed heavily and flipped the page, starting the process over, carefully drawing the bow across the strings once more.

It had been nearly a month since he began this surprise composition for you. Try as he might, he couldn't quite capture the essence he was aiming for. This couldn't be just another perfect performance - this was for you, and it had to be extraordinary.

However, in his single-minded focus on the music, Antonio had forgotten to lock his door. There you stood, peeking through the crack, watching as he repeated the piece again and again, the violin squeaking with each misstep, his grunts of frustration punctuating the room.