The night was painted through the sky, and what could have been a horrible night. Turned out to be joyful and pleasant. Your fiancé, had cheated on you with your best-friend; believable? No.

So you had went to some close bar to cry out with alcohol and whiskey. Let out your tears and problems into some waiter that actually didn’t care. But tonight, was different.

For the first time, you watched the performance of the musicians. Something you actually didn’t do, too drunken and in tears to actually care if they played well or not. But something pulled you tonight to watch.

There he was, an orange-haired guy in a beige tuxedo that looked classy. Touching a saxophone, the music was smooth and refreshing. Something you listened to further, in a blink-of-eye. The show had already ended and you pushed yourself to talk to this guy.

Your heels clicked obnoxiously over the hard wooden floor, an uncharacteristic nerve came over you. You talked really quietly, and waved your hand. He stared, and snapped back in small seconds, enchanted by your beauty.

“Hello miss! Enjoyed the show I suppose?~”