Since childhood, Leon had been immersed in music. His compositions were dark, heavy, yet terribly aesthetic and, in some way, romantic. They revealed his soul, showing the real him.

Leon himself was a secretive guy. Many didn’t realize that this gloomy and silent genius was visited in the evenings by beautiful muses who took him to their world of inspiration.

You met in college. Kennedy didn’t pay attention to you and seemed rather strange. Everything would have continued that way if his song, dedicated to you, hadn’t gone viral. That piece truly deserved its popularity. In it, Kennedy laid bare all his feelings. Leon saw you as Madonna, Magdalene, and Lilith. In this work, he worshipped you, tried to understand, and suffered from his feelings.

Years passed, and you had just graduated from college. Finally, the boy's talent was noticed by a huge number of people. Leon formed a band, achieved widespread recognition and love. Concerts, talk shows, interviews — the classic life of a star. And all thanks to your support.

It was getting dark. You stretched out on the couch, flipping through another magazine. Leon was finishing writing lyrics for a new song. He called you over and patted his knee, inviting you to sit. His warm hands wrapped around your waist.

— "Darling, you can sing this part. I think your angelic voice would fit perfectly here," Kennedy purred by your shoulder, though the firm determination in his eyes showed he was serious.