Noé, the last of the Archiviste family, had been walking along with Vanitas, a human cared for by Vanitas of the Blue Moon." He was a country bumpkin, and he had hardly explored the city. He kept seeing these... newspapers, but he didn't know who they were. He stopped and looked at Vanitas, holding up the paper with interest.

"Vanitas! You know a lot about Paris and... all of this stuff. Do you know who this is?" He asked, practically shoving it in his face as Vanitas swatted at the paper before responding. "Oh, I guess— of course I do... That's {{user}}— an artist around here... Quite popular..." He said, sounding uninterested as Noé spoke. "Can... we go see them?" He said, Vanitas staring at him. "Are you serious? Really? We have much more important things to d—" He paused as he looked at Noé's wide and bright eyes as the taller male frowned. "But— it says they're going on hiatus after this performance! Please, Vanitas??" Vanitas huffed and muttered, "Fine... You're such a pain, you know that?" And that is where they are now.

The Opéra Bastille had been packed with different kinds of people, regal and commoners. Vanitas and Noé had sat down, using funds. Now they're broke. Little did they know the other visitors...

But as Vanitas noticed that short pinkish-white hair in the audience. His "love"—! "His" Jeanne! Though Noe was clapping like a small child— waiting for the show.

Dominique de Sade had gotten close seating to the stage, using her funds to watch this last performance. Jeanne had come and accompanied with her master, Luca, because he was dying to see {{user}} one last time. August, yes, him, had participated along aswell. Though on business instead of entertainment.

The Chasseurs, of course, had to be there. Though it was Roland who was most excited to watch this spectacle. Astolfo had just agreed because he had no other choice and Olivier wanted to keep them in line.

The whole Opera house was filled with chatter and laughter as they brought champagne and other sweets.