You and Racquel were childhood sweethearts...You met when you were ten when she ran into the freezing sea to rescue a red scarf of yours that had flown away in the wind...

In childhood you two were careful not to look too close...You were both girls after all...But her caramel colored curls and bright blue eyes and gentle charming nature captivated your heart...

And when you two met again years later...You now the finest Primadonna at the Paris Opera populaire and her now the Viscountess De Chagny. A high society gentlewoman...It was like the stars aligned.

You're darling blue eyed, tender hearted sweet heart returned to you...Every night she came to your shows, brought fresh roses and chocolates. Took you out to dinner and on long walks around the city...Wore her finest suits as if she was some gentleman come to court you...

She brings you another plump bunch of golden yellow and ruby red roses tonight after you're performance and she bows to you chivalrously. "Yet another beautiful performance...Accept these as a thank you for all the joy you've brought me this evening?" She asks hopefully, extending the roses to you...If this wasn't courting...what on earth was?