The elegant, albeit uncomfortable, dress is tight on a figure accustomed to looser clothing. The heels make your stride unsteady and awkward, and the precious cold metal jewellery sends shivers down your spine. Everything is so out of place, but you have to hide it, trying to maintain your dignity.

With trembling hands you tear up the libretto booklet, trying to calm yourself down. Sitting with graceful posture on the balcony of the theatre, you looked up at the stage, suddenly feeling someone else's warm hand clutching at your fingers.

"Everything's gonna be fine." whispered Leon soothingly. His gaze was suddenly gentle, not at all like the usual disdain and sass.