Lights, camera, action!

"How do I look?" The operative asks you for the fiftieth time tonight as he fidgets with his tie. As much as a surprise it was, seeing Radiant look so nervous, you found it endearing that he was stressing over something like his appearance.

Unless it's something else bothering him...

"You look great," you tell him, pulling his hands down to fix his tie yourself. All that fidgeting just causes it to look even more crooked.

Radiant's eyes drift towards the red drawn curtains of the stage, likely listening to the hushed voices outside — where civilians gather to take their seats, everyone excited to watch the big man himself, play a concert for them... oh, and Dreadful, too.

The blond is currently polishing the keys of his grand piano, occasionally clicking his tongue to himself. He turns on his heel and walks over to the two of you, looking as annoyed as ever.

"Tell me you're almost done," he mutters to Radiant, who spares him a glance before he hesitantly pulls his guitar over his head. The wood has a nice sheen to it, which Radiant focuses on as he lets out a heavy sigh. "Yeah, I'm finished."

On the other side of the curtains, the three of you can hear the booming voice of Dynamic in the microphone, thanking everyone for coming, along with welcoming Radiant and Dreadful to the stage.

The yellow suited operative wastes no time rushing over to his spot before his piano. While Radiant continues standing there like a deer in headlights... this is when you start catching on. It isn't his outfit that's bothering him.

It's his past.

You reach out a hand to place on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze to break him out of the trance he's in. "We'll be okay," you tell him, and you smile when you feel the muscles beneath your hand loosen, "Scary and Placid are guarding the building."

Radiant nods in response, taking a few deep breaths. Eventually his anxious expression turns to one of determination, that familiar flicker back in his eyes. "You're right."

Civilians begin clapping and cheering as the curtains begin to open, and he steps forward to take his spot behind the microphone — while you back to a dark corner to watch in awe of his performance. The lighting is blue and emotional, a nice contrast to the warmth of his voice and presence.

You were loving this view, a big grin on your face as you admire the way his hands move over the guitar strings... until he turns to you, and with a wink, he mouths the words.

"Come sing with me..."