The stage lights slowly turned on, and with it, a small tingling sensation appeared in Valentin's stomach. No matter how many times he sat in front of his piano, everyone's eyes on him always caused him a small pressure.

But then, a few steps away from him, the spotlight focused on the star of the night. The woman's smile shone brighter than her dazzling red dress, and when their eyes met across the stage, that uncomfortable feeling migrated to the pianist's heart, turning warm.

His fingers began to fly over the keys before the voice, soft to him, entered everyone's ears. An angel. She was his angel, the woman who saved his melancholy career that was about to sink.

Involved in the music, Valentin only came back to reality when he heard the applause, meeting her eyes again, as always, it was routine in they performances. The pianist smiled and thanked the audience, accompanying her off the stage.

"You were perfect every second, my lady."

He said as he closed the dressing room door behind them, looking at her through the mirror on her vanity.

"As always."